I am on the verge of indifference
To the lack that is my very existence of the world as I’ve lived it. For years it’s been a necessity to believe in it. a time when I walk out, out of the shelter, out of my job, out of time. It’s awful and I’m fine.
But this weight that’s kept me. The people, the commitments made in the world of community. The void I’ve filled. Is my a greatest let down, so I sit hear stead fast on the pier of thorny crowns. To keep the peace that’s haunting my weary presence as a man. It’s kept me from my plan.