Tonight, my perceived self worth irrelevant.
The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.
Author: Lee Under the Cedar Trees
I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
Today I am both nothing and far too much.
Starless sky reflects
Empty void disconnection
Face dry in repose
Tides creeping to shore
Brief feelings in rare surges
Eyes will not obey
I write not on account of skill, as I am certainly lacking. Rather, I write because there is a deep need, vast and cluttered with dust clouds and a few faint stars and violent storms and ocean tides and evergreen forests and cycles of the moon and heartaches and hope for life and quiet pleas for death or sleep and a real person turned away, hidden, who I can never become.
The writing will continue until I’ve purged so much need, there’ll be no more words to be said, or my end has arrived — whichever comes first.
A dear friend is on a journey
They crossed an entire ocean
Hoping to pull themselves from another
Hero, trickster, what…?
Low sun autumn sky
Those I pass by in the world
Each flawed each perfect
In friend’s safe presence
The mask begins to dissolve
Sun feels warm again
September 22, 2024
Surely, one day this well will run dry.
We take on different shapes for different rooms.