Today I have nothing to say.
This bothers me a bit,
so let’s look at that.
I seem bothered because I expect.
When I expect
without fulfillment,
I feel a sense of lack in myself.
I take this sense of lack
and project it forward.
What if
my connections are lost?
What if my
inspiration is gone forever?
What if this is the beginning
of the end of something?
So you see,
I’ve fallen out of this moment
into MULTIPLE imaginary futures.
But I’m back now,
and I have plenty to say.
And something to post.
Trail Wood,
6/29
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