Poetic...

This is all stuff I've said tonight, except the second verse...someone asked if I was quoting lyrics tonight, but I wasn't...just feeling very...odd. Uncertain, weird. My hands were weird.

My hands are not me tonight
cold and fluid
no strength

Dizzy me
Am hanging in a
question of my own doing,
Of my own
Unnecessarily sustaining.

It brings out the tiny little piece of me
that's not as strong as the rest of me,
that has no clue what's going on,
and this is the one time
I don't thrive on the uncertainty.

I want to see the look on his face.
I want to feel what he's thinking.