if you talk
about it
they'll tell you
its just a case
of centring yourself
before
it builds up;
placing yourself
in the moment
and understanding
what cannot be changed
except
there is
no progression
no steady curve
it goes from
a carefully traced line
to a scratched
scrawling scribble
that tears
through leaf
after leaf
of paper
whether the message
is legible
or not
apparently
its simple;
in that split second
between empathy
and apathy
before the destruction
of everything
outweighs
the strength
of all
that has been
accomplished
i simply need
to breath deep
and
count
to
ten
i'm still waiting
to be told
what to do
when my count
reaches ten
and
i'm still
angry
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 10:09 AM UTC
if you talk
about it
they'll tell you
its just a case
of centring yourself
before
it builds up;
placing yourself
in the moment
and understanding
what cannot be changed
except
there is
no progression
no steady curve
it goes from
a carefully traced line
to a scratched
scrawling scribble
that tears
through leaf
after leaf
of paper
whether the message
is legible
or not
apparently
its simple;
in that split second
between empathy
and apathy
before the destruction
of everything
outweighs
the strength
of all
that has been
accomplished
i simply need
to breath deep
and
count
to
ten
i'm still waiting
to be told
what to do
when my count
reaches ten
and
i'm still
angry
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