Today I am both nothing and far too much.
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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.
Surely, one day this well will run dry.
It prowls and paces on the periphery
Of the barrier I erected.
Growls are rumbling from its throat
as it flicks its barbed tail in irritation.
I face the monster in my cedar forest again, but something is different today…
Treasures both
Precious and rare
I guess the only thing I can do is find something else.
Maybe addition is not the answer. Good design is typically subtractive, not additive. Design my life – what needs to go?
Maybe remove something before adding something. Not enough breaths in the day.
What do I do when writing is no longer enough?
Maybe adding an alternative is not the answer.
Maybe subtraction is the way.
“The best design is subtractive”, I once heard.
In the design of my life, what could I let go?
What would bring peace in its absence?
This “Balrog” certainly has it’s own agenda — it has only one direction it wants me to take.
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.