surviving timezones of fear

Those demons
That no one is aware of
The ones that take over your tongue every time you try to speak
The ones that take over your thoughts
The ones that you cannot help but invite over every time you open your mouth (I a-a-a-ahhhhhhhhh mmmmmmhmm
I lost my train of thought)
The ones that creep up on you when you forget what you were trying to say because you’re still struggling trying to survive the previous words
You see my mouth, a broken time-machine; a colossal mixture of the past, present and future trying to merge into one reality…
But I am a living example of trying to perfect things in my head before they’re realized into this physical realm
I cannot help but control this.
I cannot help but fix myself.
I cannot help but write about this.
It’s the only place.
Where my words can float.
Dive.
Sink.
Without breaking trying to transition between states of matter.
It’s the only place where my words feel at ease.
-surviving timezones of fear