A spoken word piece about the frustrations of small talk.
Young Adult (18-35)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
How are you as a pleasantry. I understand initiates almost every interaction so I offer what I can. The cheeky gran a lackluster wave or if I don't like you The blank ist of stairs because nine times out of 10 our relationship is not at the level where I can say I resisted the urge to drive off a cliff today and I'm proud. Paranoia slithers along my vertebra when I nest too long in the wrong crowd. But this time I am suffering a little less. I want to go home. But they tore it down while I was on the run from everything that felt holla including you. Depression has always been the fact I cannot hear the music of instruments when I pick them up. But so is forgetting how to brush my teeth for three months wearing the same damn clothes from the day before, all night long, all the next day because ****! I woke up late forward again on repeat. People have claimed I need an outlet. So here I stand jaw down, eyes up over sharing. Which is like into reaching perhaps desperately for a connection never meant to anchor. There feels better than bottling emotion. I cannot stomach same as your smile. First thing when I wake up, how are you? Makes me cringe because I cannot speak unfiltered. What drifts on my telltale mind. Just recite lines of meaning translated using stolen routes from other trees. Who from differently incoherently as asking for directions with a tsunami. Encroaching
Aspiring Artist, Storyteller, Real Person, Awkward, Edgy, Husky, Mature, Sultry, Velvety, Emotional, North American