Sometimes the words don’t always come out the spout, no they don’t always pour out.
They get stuck in the muck, congested.
You know when you want to write it all down, free your mind for a little while, that shit can really stir a cloud of echoing rejection.
It’s like being on a stage ready to give a speech, then suddenly forgetting how to speak, knees get weak, heart starts to beat. Your eyes gaze upon the crowd, searching for a solution, but all you retrieve is blank stares waiting for your resolution.
I feel the pressure in my neck, yea it’s weighing me down, causing a curve to my back. Sometimes it’s all I can do to stand straight now.
I feel better now thanks for listening, I’ll be back again when my mind starts drifting.
-Tlk