Incompleted draft
A: Don't think too much...
B: About?
A points at chest and then back at B
B -silence-
B: Think or expect too much?
A: What do you expect?
B: You can't just ask another question without answering mine first...
B (thinks to self) And I can't expect anything when I don't even know what you want/ what you're thinking...
...I expect to end up hurt. Hopefully just a plain ego-bruising, which I can take, but I don't think I would be able to breathe if it's something more than that. So I try not to like you, I put up my walls. I try not to understand who you are, where you come from, I try not to ask any questions and I try not to talk about myself. I try not to read into your reckless questions and most of all I try not to feel.
And I fail because I can Physically. Feel. that tell-tale sudden breathlessness, the feeling like I'm falling or fainting, when the whole world goes white before my eyes for a split of a split-second and when my palms go cold and my throat constricts... when my heart literally skips a beat.
But then again maybe I'm just having a panic attack.
Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice asks, "Is it time to run yet?"
B: About?
A points at chest and then back at B
B -silence-
B: Think or expect too much?
A: What do you expect?
B: You can't just ask another question without answering mine first...
B (thinks to self) And I can't expect anything when I don't even know what you want/ what you're thinking...
...I expect to end up hurt. Hopefully just a plain ego-bruising, which I can take, but I don't think I would be able to breathe if it's something more than that. So I try not to like you, I put up my walls. I try not to understand who you are, where you come from, I try not to ask any questions and I try not to talk about myself. I try not to read into your reckless questions and most of all I try not to feel.
And I fail because I can Physically. Feel. that tell-tale sudden breathlessness, the feeling like I'm falling or fainting, when the whole world goes white before my eyes for a split of a split-second and when my palms go cold and my throat constricts... when my heart literally skips a beat.
But then again maybe I'm just having a panic attack.
Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice asks, "Is it time to run yet?"