(I’ll do this now, no delay.)
I want an escape from reality.
Alter me, remove me from the current,
it’s an illusion. But, still, still,
I am always here, now.
So I guess I’ll just keep writing.
Biting off more than I can chew.
Always been chasing that dream,
this is where I’m supposed to be.
(This is the only work
I know how to do.)
Morning pages by morning light,
woke up at five and couldn’t go back to sleep.
Maybe this is a good routine.
(I am strong. I am full of energy.
I can not let pain define me.)
I am not apart from all things,
I am a part of all beings.
And when I remember that,
and live accordingly,
it falls into place so easily.
Independence in bloom,
the drive to accomplish
what one
puts their mind to.
I admire that.
(Time to show it.
Brilliant and prolific.
You are a poet, after all.
You know.)
