The world became too much one day in June,Dark tendrils of fear suffocating your journey,Numbers and opinions so deafeningly loud,And so you existed elsewhere. Nothing but a white void,Above and below,Dimensionless and textureless,Static and silent. This place was luminous, safe … Continue reading
You haven’t been by lately to adore me.
The private monsters,
of motivation and justification,
Swill around the depths unchecked.
Matured by years of bad decisions,
And nebulous consequences.
Don’t make the mistake,
Of thinking mine are just like yours.
The horizon is closing,
So I’m disciplining my monsters,
Because I’d rather be able to live with myself.
© Accidental Tentacles 2020