My heart drums against my chest
rapid staccato to push my blood
as honey through
in that all too familiar fashion.
My brain computes the faces of my peers.
It knows. It always knows before I do.
My feet drag me to the source.
Across what seems no-man's land.
Space and silence seperating
the Ones that Don't Know
and the Ones Who Wish They Didn't.
My ears receive vibrations,
twist them into sound.
I hear the words and reject this miracle
of processing auditory information.
I briefly envy Beethoven.
My body's reactions hit me.
A breaking dam
floods all thoughts,
washes away all reason,
sweeps out all meaning.
I cry in place of
I cry because someone felt the same way as I.
I cry because they acted upon such feelings.
I cry because I could not.
A hollow infinitely deep
into my heart,
nestling for a permanent stay