Downtown tonight.

Losing track of your thoughts is one thing. Not knowing how to put them down is something else entirely - how do you speak when you don’t have the words? The thoughts remain. Form. But you can’t speak. Your tongue is tied and you stare vacantly at the world about you. The city lights rush by. Downtown. On a city bus. Your thoughts are free. Your voice is not. Let me speak, and I’ll scream out the words. I’ll scream out conformity - excuses, nothing but excuses - and I’ll bend and I’ll break. At the seams. Right in the middle. Reach through me and pull me out. The real me. The one hidden inside, behind the fake smiles and long eyelashes. The real me. The one that no one sees but her. No one. I can’t be free around anybody but her, despite the butterflies and the way she makes me hurt sometimes. Even with my other half I put up a wall. I don’t want her to see the pain.

When the stars are gone, and you’re all alone on Louisiana Avenue, I’ll be there for you.

xx

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