While I Write This
I've got so much to do. But I've got no time. Damn it all. No focus. I've got no focus. I can't get my mind to hold on to anything. Concentration like oily skin. My focus is lost in a pool of matters that don't matter. I'm swimming in righteous doubts; I don't have time. I'm drowning in my petty cares; I don't have any time. So I'll let myself sink into the void. The grey waters. Let the music blare, make my ears bleed, while I write this.
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lorraine
I write poems every now and then, when the weight of my own thoughts gets too heavy for my mind.
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