Slip up

Slipping,

sliding,

and spiralling right out of consciousness,

Controls gone for a walk,

Taking with it all those sensibilities that to us we hold so dear,

Those that keep us level,

On a level that we can connect,

Our minds clear,

But right now all of it,

Each thought,

Each response,

Each effort made to guide us on a path towards self management have disappeared,

Fuck it

emotions work best when they are red raw,

Straight from the furnace,

hot fiery and instinctual,

But without restraint,

instinct,

While its strive to help us survive sends us to overdrive,

Driving us toward that loss of control,

Sat in the back seat shouting ‘take your hands off the wheel, just drive with feel’

feelings of pure emotion,

But instinct doesn’t care for our social well-being

Our How you doing?

How you feeling?

Those sweet little lines that turn us into likeable human-beings

Those levels of small talk we deal with day by day,

with such flow and grace,

smoothly,

cruising,

between the lines,

reading,

which situations require which deft response,

to make everyone and everything around us,

a comfortable confident kinda resort,

So when that balance slides off the charts and the acrobats come tumbling down,

Breaking everything they hit and themselves breaking to pieces,

it can leave us left looking at ourselves,

Like,

shit,

Did I just say that,

that wasn’t me,

Surely,

That was the unfiltered

Un-flattered,

Unfair,

Version of me,

The one I wish upon nobody else in this world.

The one I keep just for me.

....And basically it makes me just wanna say

sorry

Sorry for being a dick back there

Can we just skim read past it and end up square.

Cus I’m an ok bloke

I’m not going to hurt anyone or would ever want to make them choke,

On their words when they try to find that perfect combination,

to ease the confrontation

This was my slip of the tongue,

My fault

My lack of concentration.