often I am
moving when standing still
silently speaking
listening with my eyes
and aware of my surroundings
when I am elsewhere
sound reverberates down the throat of my mind
I get caught up
running in place
saying nothing loudly
with a gaze that heeds all
my mind opens its mouth and screams from within
to run to you with cement feet
hold you with paper arms
and love you with all the holes in my heart
forever
and
never
or maybe I am just a liar
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