What do we do to overcome our worst of fears? We each deal, running over another.
I turn to you and expose my insecurities in the most casual way. Your eyes run over my face as I show complete indifference to what I addressed. No crack in my mask is there to tell the tale of my anxiety.
I wish I was smart.
Out of the blue?
No, it's constantly on my mind.
Oh.
My voice is flat where yours is too. The power of emotion is one I use with care, before I get drunk on the feeling. To feel is an art, to feel nothing is liberation. One cannot live with the other, art is to be caged in an idea. Liberation is to shout, ugly.
Yet both or neither exist.
YOU ARE READING
monologues
Randoma mind, pulsing my brain, scattered it's nearly 5 am, and I am alone [not fanfic just me acting like a lunatic]
