fallingslowly47

Picture yourself at a desk. This is your job. Hell, it might even ring a few bells for you. There’s a halo on the wood next to the computer where you’ve placed your coffee for the past three or four years. You can hear a slight squeak in the chair you have owned for one too many months. There’s the ambient white noise of keyboards clicking and phones ringing that you just are now noticing again, but will be nothing more than a buzz in a matter of minutes. It’s just like any stock photo in an advertisement for Cymbalta or 5-hour Energy shot – everything is mundane and completely repetitive. The scene I have descri

The Pills I Take It starts as an excuse to skip band class. My shallow breath is too stubborn to round the full 12 feet of my French horn. Resting heart rate: 120 Something is wrong. Too little sleep Exams Relationships College S.A.T. A.P. Chemistry Shallow bullshit. Nothing really done. I refuse to wear the heart monitors, so wait it out. Spare me the humiliation of walking around school with tags on my chest. Drink more water. In physics class, I hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears. In biotech, I could see my shirt move along with my pulse. Something is wrong. Anxiety medication. Freshman year of college: I am use to it all. Exercise i

I watch them. They stretch across the keys, long and expanded As they should in order to perform well. His form is poor. Technically incorrect from what I remember When I did the same So long ago. My hands were small then. They were flat against the keys like his, But his are passionate. They need not abide by the technique. Moving on their own Because they want to, Not because they are told. His concentration is fixed close to the sheet music. He pauses to understand, Practices the line, And picks back up. Maybe not perfectly, but passionately. I cry. He does not see me at first, so fixed in the music. I can't explain.

So cage me. I dare you. Do what you plan, but I must warn you...I'm crafty. Not quick, but stealthy. That is why I must be caged. For you to do what you want. I must be cornered, then saught out. Not chased down. I will not out run you. I will simply never be caught. It is not because I am unique, Nor gifted, Nor special. I have simply learned The only way to be caught Is to be Caged.

I want you to turn around while we're walking apart, And grab my wrist and pull me in. It doesn't have to be a kiss Just hold me, that's it. I promise I won't shake you off, No matter how angry I seem to be. I promise I won't turn away or refuse you, No matter what we're fighting about. What makes me sad, Is that you don't see That all I want is for you To hold me.