admittance

first you sigh.
to let out all the stress.
then you trace your finger over the black lacquer of an acoustic guitar.
inhale exhale what's the difference.
time reverberates about your head.
your hair falls over your eyes.
your lips are wet.
your voice cracks and breaks a bit, so you don't sing.
your fingers hurt, so you don't play.
you just trace along the frets.
decisions scrape against each other in your mind.
and you're torn. inhale exhale.

if you were a little further away from everything, you'd be content.
you'd be closer to the sea.