I'm stupidly and selfishly waiting for someone to call me out the lack of flow, you know - the way poetry goes- the things that make it pretty, the things make it witty- that kind sh*t that makes people like what to say and I'm almost forcing myself to avoid, day by day. but I don't even write anyway, I write when I feel. I write I'm exhausted, until my fingers turn numb, my brain goes dumb, and shuts the hell off, because I don't think about anything more - because my brain runs 100miles a minute and that's fuel, I don't the expenses, the drive, or the tools. punctuate your poems sir - if i can even them that, you're a literary disgrace and its goes you stick to PaQ. Ha, a pun, so fun, did that get one or should I repeat again, I can if you want, just so you can get inside joke and we can be friends.
paQ is poems-and-quotes but you may call it PaQ as in Pack- the thing you wear on back. I thought it was clever, I don't know. you might share my sentiments, but I'm not sure to make anybody agree with me or feel certain way about to say because I don't really for you or for you or for or you or for you.
that means I write for none. I'd write somebody, if it were safe to reveal all the things inside I feel, but currently that doesn't sound like something very real
-istic. it's just statistic I've grown to understand - the more people lt you, the less control you have your plans. the less you can control emotions the less you can cool, the less you look together - the more you feel fool.
it used to be so liberating to just down a couple words, get on with my life and forget ever did it, but change happens and change occurs, and every passing year i needed more words and here I am today with so much to say and so much to write, I binge on letters that don't make me feel alright but I can't stop as if there's light at the end of the tunnel but quite something I can see from the top of the funnel because it narrows - it narrows really thin, and most of the time you can't what's within
like when you're something into smaller bottle how many times did actually know when to stop flow/when your reached the top?
what I'm trying to say...overcompensating for blindness leads to a big old mess all over your counter or floor, sometimes it's worth dealing with, this time it's something i choose to ignore.
