an old page of rambling i found while cleaning my room

[poeticinsomnia]

the words that lay tangled on my tongue

will be lost without your knowledge

furtively hidden far from your ear

guarded by my many layers of doubt and confusion

I stand utterly incapable of sorting through the mess

of emotions I never knew I could have possibly possessed.

hmm i wonder when i wrote that.... i found it crumpled up under my bed...