Question

It’s easiest to hide behind The written word Typed data Ashes strewn across the pages Through the rhythm of the keyboard The scratch of pencil on the sheet Thoughts come out from deep within Don’t leave quite yet, just listen I’d sooner state it face-to-face But the sight of you eliminates All the courage saved within Standard teenage fears, you know. I realize it may sound odd And sudden But hey… What fun is linearity anyway? To summarize, to condense I think back to whence These thoughts emerged And the question I pose… Is the same one I asked all those months ago.