Don’t.
by .me.
Don’t get into the habit of believing every thing I write here
is forever and ever,
amen.
it’s a moment. it’s fleeting.
but it exists.
it wells up, i spew it forth through my fingers
via the keyboard
and onto this once empty page.
And then,
normal, calm, happy,
talking to the cats, dancing in the rain,
smoking way to many ciggarettes, washed down with multiple cups
of my coffee.
Just normal, most of the time.
With occasional explosions of thoughts.
Thanks.
x
