Adrift

Sometimes it gets really loud. And everything shakes. Like a shot. And a band. In a one light room. The same every time. No matter the noun.
You think a distraction is what you need. But the whole thing is a distraction. And like a teacher you find yourself burnt to the core. Beard and all. And yet, to be there is what you're looking for. A reason to stay. A good reason. Not just a couch and a bowl of fruity-o's. Full of sugar and crunch. They can understand, even in their own feeble way. So why not finish? Because finishing becomes the only reason to do so. So then the question begs where is the fulcrum, Em? So ready to spread the truth with lies. Worse than just lying in the first place.
And so instead, find pull your black car over to the wrong side of the road. Pump it out. Send a message.