i’ve been trying not to feel the waves too deeply
staying on the surface of my sensitivity
we downplay our emotional cues
though we know it’s the rarest refuge
but i try not to feel the waves too deeply
i remember days when drift was just enough
when nights my art wasn’t seeking love
they keep me tethered by a thread
wove their tapestry in my head
but i remember days when drift was just enough
i’ve been feeling overwhelmed in crowded rooms
bailing on new events with some old excuse
i’ll be treading water if i stay
what’s it worth when she’s away
but all i feel is overwhelmed in crowded rooms