Interaction

The music offers me her hand and politely excuses me from discomfort,
Although without permission,
Often grossly murdering my nervousness,
And quickly instilled me with confidence.

I am unsure…
I am unsure where she takes me,
I feel that it is East…on the shores of North Carolina,
Where the wind is incredibly insensitive to my frustration with the cold,
There,
Unmasked,
Unbridled,
I annex solace and cast away in the freezing waters,
Now I am ready to interact with people.

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