There are times when I sink to the bottom, times I am torn to pieces, more broken than shards of glass. Infuriating disgust and rage overcoming, the sudden urges must be held back. Let time heal my emotive fallacies. Allow it. I am not so petty, so thin. I won’t let me back in there. I mentally bash my mind–attack the source.
But of course my aggravation only calms me down. Because life is a lyric.
a living gave without contradiction
things nonfiction blurr
hearts are nails
only one today
the Exist blurr
worlds are of words
PS. This brings a new rewinder to beatniks