My Frequency

How does one convey these thoughts, these feelings? The wave upon rippling shudder that reverberates and titillates, scintillating in my mind's eye? The words that malform like cement mixers in my mouth?

Nothing I say comes out like I think I mean. (Or do I?) I instead spout out something totally sensible but completely out of context.

The denial-acceptance depravity is unquenchable and furious. Maddening thoughts of glory and forfeit, a lost cause in a valiant battle. Forever seeking closure, forgiveness, release.