Call || poetry 4

Tw; implied SA and themes that may not be suitable for some audiences and an implied panic attack

A/N: one step forward and three steps back, amirite?

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Just do it. You’re on call now play

You’re the one who had the stupid

utterly impulsive;

fucking idiotic;

idea, anyway.

You see yourself as him?

Well that is all to fair

Your friends on mute and you got the skills….

stop comparing. Play.

focus on the keys

on the black-white-black

Focus on the now

and stop looking back

Stumble over the keys

Over thinking all these thoughts

but then again it’s better to rapidly think

than to not think at all

Two minutes.

Two minutes is all you could do.

That’s all

You didn’t even talk. You didn’t even talk. You just played. He was younger. What if you become him? This is the first step and you know how to —

Stop.