gravity release me

i overthink. i overanalyze. i am two steps ahead of what is not even something serious. i like to play hopscotch, can you tell? i guess i could blame it on the actor in me who tries to memorize every single cue i have. when is my cue for this, what line am i supposed to respond in kind to yours, where do i cross to, what's my motivation, objective, blah blah blah KABOOM.*

i'll take the uncommonly shared advice of two wise people who exist at opposite ends of the age spectrum: stop it. think about the good things.

and oh, that won't be hard to do. just thinking about it...i can seriously feel all the blood creeping up to my head from the backs of my cheekbones and spreading to where it's underneath my eyes. rosy; all the scottish and irish is accented in my face in those moments. in other words, i blush, and quickly, and badly. i'm blushing right now because i keep thinking about it...when did it get so warm in such a cooled room?

please know that i am just overly nervous, and i should work on omitting the "overly" from that sentence. but it has nothing bad and everything good to do with you.

you make me blush. and you make me shy.
wonder of wonders.

-d

*("i can't believe your head exploded--if your head explodes, you'll never make it as a doctor. i mean, you look ridiculous.")