inconspicuous turmoil.

arms pull me in dozens of different directions.
coy and confused.
thoughtful and humble.

averted eyes...

my oxygen flow becomes painful.

i wish not to speak with you any longer,

i apologize.

i'm living a dream;
i am patiently waiting for reality to sink in.

there is no longer anything holding me back.
i could be loved. i could be held.
the possibilities are endless.
ah, again with temporary affection...
i've grown intolerant and somewhat spiteful.

i am content for now...
but future emotions remain just as
unpredictable as they are inevitable.