Exactly

Anxious.

Swapping spit or swapping stories regardless of torrid mornings spent sleeping in and staying up feigning escape into a dream world to separate from the real world word open and meaningless hanging in the air dangling in front of sleepless eyes waiting to be snatched and rephrased only to be ignored until  another time where there is no escape from conversations left high and dry while tears well but fall like invisible lines across the crook of a nose knows that he she it we know nothing in this world end sentence here hello good bye and good night sorry i wasted your time.

You still forgot to say good bye leaving empty spaces to fill with ambiguity that swallows the shallows of each breath in void little boys little girls hopscotch and hair ties pigtails on wrists like writing claiming stakes so low we're high night sky rhyming like the fourth grade books of nightmares patterns to twist the stomach shriveled until emptied fruit loops never seemed less appealing like mac and cheese on movie night with eyes wide unblinkable uncapable of rest your head to sleep.

Words caught in between like misused but and and or is it or tell me a story she said the end he said try again they said a lot i say we hear when was i last here i just want to know if you are listening like signs of life and words still misused and now overused providing filler terror hidden under the cloak of lids and comfortablers ringing the masses into rested nights imprints left inside of minds until shut eyes match butterflies with wings of black and white or orange or blue so i never said it was a real butterfly like bunnies sidetracked and carted away where the dreams escaped and you will find a very late you and a rabbit hole fit for two.

Did i mention i rhyme?

Author's Note

Its fast. Imagine it fast. Very fast. Stumbling over your words so much that you don't even understand you but you understand because you feel it, fast.