poster girl with no poster

Excuse me please, one more drink
Could you make it strong, coz I don’t need to think
She
Broke my heart
My grace is gone
Another drink and ill move on.

He sings it like he means it, and with music that’s all that really matters. Your words could claim pain, but does your voice quiver with every syllable murmured?

Are you alive or in a blissful auto-pilot mode?

I want to write, I want to spit it out on words with ease. That’s the word. Ease. It should come out naturally, with fluidity and calm that is unparalleled. But it doesn’t. Ive had the hiccups for two days now, nothing works. They laugh and say people are missing me or perhaps I miss myself.

Ive changed. I don’t know why now or for what reason.

I'm not same person I was two weeks ago.

Here I go again, over analyzing everything beyond belief. I want a simple life, and ive got it, and yet in that simplicity im tearing up white cloth to scrutinize loose threads and questioning the reddest of the red chrysanthemum that lies loosely on my keyboard.

How in gods name, do you shut all the voices in your head, and just live?

Without care and concern and second guessing?

Ease? Anyone?

My mind is melting.