Two pages that used to be filled up with plans.
plans for tomorrow, next week, next year, 50 years from now,
all erased...
replaced with frustrations.
doubts, fire, fuel, practice, mistakes, changes, redos,
second chances,
third, fourth, fifth-
hand on wrist.
head to head.
kisses, bodies, relaxation now.
masterful messes is all they were.
art in its rawest from.
pure feeling.
rage, anger, hate.
flooding
love, lust, joy.
lost in attraction.
does that matter to anyone?
i feel so much better since i let it all go.
trial test trial test trial
god.
i want to fill up my soul with daisies.
rainclouds. wind.
sex?
drugs?
lifelessness.
i want feelings in my body.
i want to forget, forgive.
dream of living life to the fullest.
i want fresh paper.
new day.
new chance.
new life,
independence.
and i thought i ran out of things to say years ago. |
Submission Name: New Day
