There's so many things I want to tell you
and it's a montage of words I can't quite verbalize
I've been looking for alternate ways to get this point across
This feeling
This ache
This every minute I've imagined so far
I'm suspended in animation
There's a blockade that can only be chiseled with time
Or demolished with recklessness
And I know the answer is somewhere in-between
But dealing with extremes for so long leaves me conflicted for reasons having nothing to do with the decision my heart has already made
Do I stand
Do I run
Do I sit and wait for a train
On the verge of grasping something within breathing distance
Still fears overtake my body and mind
My very soul
But never my heart, that stays true
It's all anticipation building now
And it expands and conforms itself to me
Molding and shaping me into a bundle of raw nerves begging for release
Does it show
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