Sea shells mellow, sharks of the marsh— find your clarity at the end of the road.
Post-Script-- Sept 25th, 2024:I had unlisted this for most of the first day.Let me clarify, I was processing my thoughtsand feelings. By the end, I felt differently,on and…
Indefinite goals trace a path leading nowhere;I hunker down, embrace specificity, prioritizewhat’s right and leap,absorbed into infinity,resisting the pressures of my apathy,crushing the core of life’s anxieties— when did I get so…
Just another word I’ve mispronounced all along,as I’ve failed to spell ‘disappointed’, or ‘embarrassed’.
Of course, now that I’m sober, having corrected myself on the two of them yesterday in a yet unpublished draft, it was easy to get them right this time.
WARNING: Don't read!!!! Get out before it's too late. Actually though. Or justskip to the end. That's what *I* should have done!!!
They were more than enough,
Train of thought. Garlands and battlefields. No sex in the trenches, I assume. How would I know? Sounds dirty though. Out here, clean water, plus whatever excercise you can get, without that fast-junk if you can. Next level woke includes loving oneself along with everyone else. Who knows where it’ll take you. When wouldn’t you want to find out? Or…
Once, it had been a mega-structure, until we razed it to the ground, no feeling behind it, only to find the bones of all we’d ever loved, bundled there, laid out as waiting for us primly; there was no time to cry— our favourite nightmare. I straightened in myseat.
