Deflated

She remembers the track Detestable sun, lungs disappearing, circles, circles
Intuition... where does it take her?
To stealing pens
And throwing away presents.
Now I understand what it really is to be confused.
I find myself insecure.
Again.
So empty!

Really if I could put it into words it would be magic.
That's it,
Discard all words for feelings,
They are easy names,
Find your own
(wish I didn't know any name) so then
Why am I looking for words?
Am I looking for words?
Or electricity?