  Unaware. Uninterested. Unintrigued. They are all focused, clear who speak around me. I want to bleed them of their vast knowledge. But then again, It must be even more frustrating.
It must infuriate them, that I get quiet. I just cannot find the strength to apologize, I just go on silently telling grey lies. I am monotone. Maybe that infuriates me. I am slightly perturbed. I want to be the one who "knows".
I keep embarking on new things. Do I finish, is there an end result, am I brave, and strong? And now they speak of "taking it up the ass". I must go clean my eyes. I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand Joni Mitchell...is a queen 
