You know everything you just didn’t hear? Was a completed thought that didn’t reach your ears, because I swallowed it back before it reached the air; it’s the way I react when it isn’t clear. Do you care or not? That’s the catch of fear, when faith fails my nouns and I gasp for air. And this air of doubt that only just appeared, has left me without a chance to clear. The air. Those stares, I just wasn’t prepared. Straight under the glare: no wonder impaired. But still I shared. Stammer be damned, be said or be slammed, these word are my wards and I’ll take them in hand. Make you understand. Break free from the stand-still make it sound like it’s planned.