Trying to make sure everything comes out with a smooth flow to only create waves with my tension crashing against my rocky nerves. I'm streaming across all boards chaotically. I'm not stuck in the chaotic stream. Only observing as the waves of tension crash against the rocky nerves.
Soaking in the Rays of vulnerability surrounded by the internal static. Sweat being wiped away. Aniexty sprinkled into the air. A cloak of refreshing mist. The outside view is seen as a soothing stillness to passersby. Wanting to stop and admire the view with you. As I stand to blend beside. Mute the static. Sure you can stay, I say.
Giving the illusion of what is untrue. Im unwilling to share the full view. Every blink is a glimpse on the true view. Holding on to the reminder. I'm not stuck in the chaotic stream. I'm only watching the view.