I don't really feel like writing.
I came to a spot
that is but is not.
Knowing but not knowing,
understanding what I am seeing
disconnected all feelings
save two.
Love and hate
a twisted fate.
To come and go at the same rate
finding it slow despite its grater state
and indeed the lack of self control.
A fool among fools
a rat on a stool.
once a dunce hat
stood between me and now,
but the shadow consumed it
somehow.
