Tepid Water

I am going to wander down this path again. I haven’t let my footsteps lead me here for such a long time for fear of tapping into something that I am not ready to mine. I have thought of it, I have toyed with it, tossed it around in my head. So perhaps a conscious effort to try and commit more meaningless thoughts to page might help purge me of this ache. I am always wary, always sure that once things exit my mouth they are there to fill the air of someone else’s lungs, to pile in someone else’s mind and to pour from their lips. Paranoid I know.