Minutes, hours, moments
My soul spontaneously lightens
My burdens mysteriously vanish
Cynicism wiped clean from my blood
Words escape without consideration
Does anyone always feel this light?
Moments, minutes, hours
I shrink, embarrassed by my own presence
My tongue becomes so aware of the implications of my words that it becomes knotted and slow
Everyone, myself included becomes ingenuous
Board myself up, being alone is depressing
Being with others, when my mind slips to this state, is unbearable
Does anyone always feel this uncomfortable?