poems today
4:44am i find myself thinking about quitting thinking a track of thought to begin thinking another idea only to later come to know that as the very essence of escaping an only moment - the present; but that’s my best stunt - slipping away into the night into the wilderness into the music carried by the waves so seldom caught when my glory senses are high and i actually feel alive only then when i do not think therefore i am not… and that’s freedom. Your friend, someone who’ll give a damn it isn’t me the one who was there the person who cared i’ve come so far since castles collapsed and i fell back on after off like you can stand again, my friend a term i’ve proclaimed too generously in times of stress dressed in success but has saved my life during downs and outs, of the closet into the hobbit hole, chasing magic running, being on the run, and the retrospect we reverie when thinking about how much i’ve changed; egoic blows make room for soulful expansion. i...