My nose itches, somebody is thinking of me.
Who?
Where?
Why?
Need to….
A distraction.
Breaking my concentration.
I try to continue.
I only want solidarity.
Me.
Myself.
My pen.
My thoughts raining through my now
distracted mind.
Concentrate.
Need to concentrate.
I speak silently.
Hard to get back…to return to my friend myself.
Voices grow louder shouting from both
sides of my subconscious.
Right ear, Left ear and back again.
Another distraction.
Distracted now until the point of no return.
I drop my pen.
I quit writing.
Raising my now trembling hands I scream…
STOP!!!
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