Wouldn’t it hurt far less
in the grand scheme of everything
if, instead…
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Wouldn’t it hurt far less
in the grand scheme of everything
if, instead…
outer façade
still / calm / steady / slow
layers down
vibrating / tight / tense / echoing
layers down down
screaming / hurting / bleeding / suffocating
layers down down down down
nothing left
October 9, 2024
I meet fork after fork after fork in the road.
Every single time I circled back here
through my entire life I have persisted to the right,
side-eying the forgone left as I carry on,
wondering if it was really the best choice.
When a violent surge of paradoxical apathy
Finally withdraws in shame or exhaustion
As a villain thwarted or a lover spent
I would weep in this relief
If I only could
September 28, 2024
. Hurts .
. Knowing .
. They will disappear .
. Dissolve like the rest .
. Always .
. Eventually .
. Dissolve .
You can hold your breath
When it crashes over you like the ocean
But then remember to breathe again
Draw in as much as you can
Gasp if you need to
Take all the air you need
To be right again
September 14 2024
Maybe it’s all coming to the fore now?
Sometimes as I walk under balmy, cloudy night skies
I see a little orange glow wink into existence…
Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
Wood floor to night sky
Plucking signal from my noise
Dear friend newly found