Where do these rules of communication come from?
I am hamstrung by the fear of being perceived as “desperate”
Odd that. There is no lack of men or women I can talk too
It’s just that there is constant disquiet in my brain
The face it wears is yours and the eyes are so sad
Fey thoughts? This is me and so perhaps
If I reach out to you unbidden am I desperate?
Intuition says it’s the right thing to do
Why do I care about how it’s perceived?
Meanwhile, convention keeps me second guessing
While perception shackles my pen
9 February 2014