@ 12:28 AM

Two months.
61 days.
Speechless.
Wordless?
feeling abandonment,
not being able to write a single thought.
not being able

to write a single letter.
...or even a dot dot dot to suggest that after 8 weeks of silence
there is more to come.


Self expression is a bitch at the dawn of another day
and to a caffeine dehydrated mind
and hesitant hands
the fallacy that exists in story-telling
because what is real
and imagined
is neatly shelved in disorganized stacks
of one's mind.
I am a dusty publication,
the omega in a tragic afterthought kind of way,
one that refuses
and refuses
and refuses
to accept.

Labels: contemplation