, stop. The slow sinking feeling. Stop. Be. Pauses. You found by Nothing There Waiting For something Words Token Gestures Waking Screaming From nightmares The past rewinds “I’m such a tease and You’re such a flirt.” They can’t provide Everything You know These things When you’re Early Abandoned.
You can’t be expected to understand the particular and peculiar pain of choosing the amorphous path of creative endeavor as your reason for existing. Because you will fail At some point All the things that apply Elsewhere Are conveniently Inapplicable Ghosts will reappear You will be the only one they seek There was no otherContinue reading “The pain that doesn’t go away”