Word vomit. Faster than my fingers can type. More syllables than can tumble through my lips. I've throw everything at you, all at once. One giant torrent that has no end, spinning in circles, effortless. I am filterless. I am senseless.
My thoughts trying to paint pictures but the scenes are incomprehensible to the world. Drowning or suffocating, I cannot distinguish between the two; they are both the same. I wait for you to rescue me. Yet, you walk away, cowering around any corner that can be found, silent.
You wanted to know me. You wanted to reconnect. I am more than you were dreaming of, anticipating, expecting. Nothing of moderation.
I am left standing, shadowless.
I would go, but I would take too much.
