Found Again |h.s. au|

"What do you like to do when you're alone?"

"I like to sing," I say with a pause looking around the room, "I like to write the songs I sing."

"Do you only sing the songs you write?" she asks while tapping her pen on her notepad when my eyes land on her.

"Yes, I -" I begin to say but I'm cut off, "Why?"

I think about this one worded question, why , for a moment to give her a complete answer.

"I only sing the songs I compose because," I pause, "I feel like when I finish writing a song all of the thoughts that I have, spill out into it, and I wouldn't feel so clouded." I say looking towards her but south of her eyes, I continue, "When I sing I feel like my thoughts are only explained because I pour my feelings out into the words. Every single one of them."

She only nods her head with a small smile because this is the first time I'm opening up, and its like she doesn't want to scare me back into my shy bubble.

"What do you like to do when you're alone?"

"I like to sing," I say with a pause looking around the room, "I like to write the songs I sing."

"Do you only sing the songs you write?" she asks while tapping her pen on her notepad when my eyes land on her.

"Yes, I -" I begin to say but I'm cut off, "Why?"

I think about this one worded question, why , for a moment to give her a complete answer.

"I only sing the songs I compose because," I pause, "I feel like when I finish writing a song all of the thoughts that I have, spill out into it, and I wouldn't feel so clouded." I say looking towards her but south of her eyes, I continue, "When I sing I feel like my thoughts are only explained because I pour my feelings out into the words. Every single one of them."

She only nods her head with a small smile because this is the first time I'm opening up, and its like she doesn't want to scare me back into my shy bubble.