Pressure

Do you feel the pressure? Does it burn into you, like a hot iron rod sinks into skin?

I feel it. Of course it tears me apart and open, for the world to infect once more. Wouldn’t it tear you? Why would you think of me as any different from you?

Do you think i am blind? Don’t you think i see you see me see you?

Sometimes, just sometimes, i wish i could……

Tomorrow brings a new dawn and something far more important.

“Shaniqua brings a coffee and asks “fill?”
And says “penny for your thoughts now my poor Bill””

–Girls in their summer clothes by Bruce Springsteen

 
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