I regret
going into that room
lying.. down
producing paragraphs after paragraphs after paragraphs
Meaningless paragraphs.
Day and night I am talking without an audience
Yet, strangely, I still get stage fright.
Hours and hours of relentless pacing
My steps as fast as my heartbeat
And then I find myself running towards another.
embracing them
melting all over again
finding a way back to what I once was
Who was I once?
ill work on it, but was wondering if you had any suggestions for the imagery?