Don’t blame me for what you read
i am only letting my fingers release
pent up tears and reveal self doubt
letting them tap with intent
not guiding what they let leak out
RHCP playing in the back track
to an empty room
meant to be filled with laughter
News feed scrolling through land mine filled
posts of ideal
yet even with permission
they hold back…
I do not wish for secret camping trips
or fears of liberties lost
I do not embrace the current temporal change
this heat separating us
after such an intentioned period of hushed conversation
dread filled decisions laced with heavy defeat
The radio now humming of laughter felt…
disconnected from the emotions of my moving finger tips,
and i wander how we meld through this
“I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I’m spinning
Oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away”
Junior Knight (warm up#1)
*(final stanza is from Black: Pearl Jam)