12-3-23
I shape my hand into a gun, pointing it at my phone. It shakes as I'm about to pull the trigger.
Trigger of what? Trigger of something irreversible. The actions I take right now effect my future, and I'm not sure how they will. That's why my hand shakes.
I feel I have no right, for I have barely spoken. But at the same time I have, just in a unique way. So, should I do this?
What's my point? What's my goal?
I can't take the anxiousness anymore. My hand relaxes and my finger lightly taps the screen.
YOU ARE READING
Conversations I'll never have
PoetryI'm tired of writing my thoughts in my notes app