i think that i think too much.
i'm always replaying every moment in my mind,
listening to the same songs on repeat
as if my thoughts are stuck on rewind.
over-analysing,
romanticising,
clarifying.
sometimes it's healthy to pick apart the arrangement;
understanding the lyrics,
unpicking the harmonies,
unravelling the bass line.
but sometimes my thoughts get tangled
like headphones that have been buried in a pocket for too long,
and the longer i spend trying to unravel them,
the more tangled they get.
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
