shoelaces

Trying to live the seconds that will forever lie ahead of me. In
search of something to fill in the gaps between us. All that is
strange to us, unfamiliar and those we like to think we know, stuck in
between. Captivate those unsaid words and unmade memories. What will
guide the actions that we are unprepared for? The calling of emotions,
confusion. I trust you don’t understand anything, yet you “know” the
raw emotion I attempt to discuss. I crave those late nights,
surrounded by my own skin and those unpredictable voices. When will it
begin, and when did it finish? I lost my wheels when I stopped to tie
my shoelaces. The frustration when a song is cut off and the tune
fights the race of technology. A reality we all act in. tongues and
languages between our lips. No one stops me from pressing the repeat
button. As we progress I am tempted to skip a beat and discover what
comes next. The patience of sitting behind my books, falling into the
pages below me. A composition in work.