I decided, I'll share some of these thoughts. maybe a year or so old-
In the mist of being unsure
And the drive to hurt myself
I will take all that pain
all that hurt
and in it's place grow a garden
1-
After many a days thinking and mulling over pricks and pens that rend through corners of non-existent haze, i muster a voice and cantillate upon deaf plaster and drywall.
Empty Again!
i roll breast and hair like bread and stripe half crumbled thoughts in order in a line, crossing them before they finish; peaks never reached.
I shape something funny from this, a smile, maybe a giggle.
My space seems more golden.
more bell colored light catches my eye as if a New Spectrum unweaved its rays around me but its still hazy.
maybe in time this will impress me but certainly I am at a small corner of the world.
Surrounded by unstudied interests and locked in a winding box of my own design.
catenate to cardioid curvature, the dogma in the cogs of listlessness surely plays to futility until a new instrument can string a different tune.
2-
A Story of flowered speech...
Maybe things are still meaningful that way.
Beautiful already
When I looked past, I saw a star
"I'd like to bring my dream into the world"