Is this the place for my shoddy meanderings?
Does this digital veil afford me a sense of anonymity?
The people of this world care nothing for my troubles,
yet the need to share draws me to this desk.
If only to undo the biting constraints
modern life so generously affords.
I have no right to declare my hopes, pains,
and loves of no value to the populace.
If not worth anything else,
OUR words may allow us
to touch one another
if only
for a
Minute.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Is this the place for my shoddy meanderings?
Does this digital veil afford me a sense of anonymity?
The people of this world care nothing for my troubles,
yet the need to share draws me to this desk.
If only to undo the biting constraints
modern life so generously affords.
I have no right to declare my hopes, pains,
and loves of no value to the populace.
If not worth anything else,
OUR words may allow us
to touch one another
if only
for a
Minute.
No prose. Just blah.