fifty-eight : take on me
Words stutter and stop, hang in bubbles, then burst and are gone forever. The silence that follows is louder than bombs. I don’t know what else to say, but I try. I try too hard. I scramble to find a new topic, a new direction. But my words sound forced, scripted. I get self-conscious. I fall silent, and there is no coming back. Give up I think. Don’t give up. I never listen to myself. It’s a constant tug of war between my confident side and my less confident side. Stopping and starting like conversation.
Tonight I wrote with take on me by aha stuck in my head. This whole thing is probably just plagiarised lyrics.
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