this is hard for me. this slate is so blank.

you are my audience of none.

i was caught up in glimpsing my soul by your reactions to my posts,
and so i stayed, despite its painful distractions, on facebook.

drawn to the numbers — the congratulatory Likes,
drawing inspiration out of post… after post…

but my voice has less place there now. i could recite poetry in the siren-addled alleyways of neon-lit inner city streets, but i’d rather write from this juncture between house and trees.

so thank you, Medium, for being here. clean slate, full-screen,
serenity.

let me explore thought untainted by the legions of feeds, stimulants, depressants, and emoticons.

words, come back to me. heart, speak. this is your space.