Two trunks steming
Shared roots
One wild and the other contained
By exemple the other refrains
Churning
One honest, other in hidding
Embarrassed of his seperate half
Both stems, growing and twisting
Witnessing
A dialogue of only movements
Twisting and winding and growing
Same roots
Free
Captive
Branching
Competing
Growing
Twisting
Dancing
Mothy is my alone state
Definitely a depressed mode
Not hopeless, just sad-pensive
Themes aren’t dark but misty
Everything is misty and hazy
Mothy is walking home alone at night with a full moon in bloom
It’s long sleeve weather
It’s foggy, there’s no noise and you’re anxiously walking
Erie and uneasy, what’s hiding in the shadows? kinda weather
You’re not sad, not completely scared
Maybe you had a nice evening and your mind drifts to that recent memory
Until a creak or a crack snaps you back
That’s a Mothy feeling
that’s what I feel
On the spectrum of fight or flight
You’re edging the later
What, start into a full-on sprint?
that would look crazy
What if you see someone you know?
No, you teeter but hold center
Oh that’s froth with Moth
It’s tension and angst
Tug and pull
Left then right
In. then, out.
Feel better?
Not really?
Mothy