The audacity.
A child with a toy, screaming back at you,
” you think you can take this from me?”
Reach a point of reflection,,
(So how long? How long must one keep their lips closed?)
What’s your objective stupid?
You feel like you need to be alone and dare I say,, it’s a healthy noticing. Real talk, it’s probably good to know. And if you claim to derive values from the internal ?
( put up or shut up clown)
It’s tough , ya know? Been talking for a while and it became something useful,, to me, only to me.
( what the fuck are you trying to accomplish?)
Just trying to make sense, and then and then and then.
A penguin leaping off a cliff, no need to brace for the ice water below, your skin is blubber, you were made for this , little guy. You were made for the elements .
( sooo ,,,, Shut the fuck up?)
It’s offensive,, being told that it’s the thing to do, it doesn’t sit right,,, but at the same time….
Ahh.
Right is always right.
It’s your world, I’m just living in it…
You’re fuckin this cat, I’m just holding the tail.
I’m wrong as fuck and gained unearned ear, I’d rather be right.
I do not know the path forward.
I shiver at the thought duct taping my mouth shut though, because I’ve learned to appreciate the space.
(Perhaps a selective response is correct..)
But I love it…
It’s possible that I need it.
Real enjoyment.
Actual release if the stars line up.
A few good moments.
(And then nothing)
Nothing.
Nothing…..
Pisses me off.
dawn 