#enfp
The signals of the itch
Like occasional asteroid explosions in the distant universe—
shrill,
Abrupt,
Then slowly subsiding
My body feels like a giant telegraph tower
Surges of radio signals sent with electric wave sounds loud and quiet on and off all over me,
I watch
Quietly
A bit lost
Like a bewildered giant
As if my body doesn't belong to me
As if there is a confidential mysterious exchange between it and something that's totally oblivious to me
I watch
Like an innocent outsider
I listen
As the exchange continues on without abating
As I fall asleep
All the lights still flickering
All the sounds popping on
Bright and dim
Sharp and blunt
Abrupt or consistent low humming
A giant building of sparkling sensations
The black medium of the universe containing planetary detonations
On and off
Here and there
Now and then
I awaken,
In the morning
To a quiet body
I don't know what has happened over the night
I don't know about the progression of the exchange
Has it finished?
As I wonder,
The signals quietly reemerge,
The sounds rerise.
I get up and off my bed
Now I'm a walking telegraph building.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
So this is what inspiration feels like:
When it's come time to take a hike,
And every fork is a new road to take
Every choice is another path to make
Every word is another leaf to rake
Every thought is free -
What a wonderful gift for me.
The mind is strong, so
No thoughts are wrong
Or out of place;
Fear bites no grace.
To those who choose just love:
Your light outshines the dove;
'Cos for all that you may know,
You still make room for worlds to grow.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
You're welcome to join,
This ride needs no coin;
If you really want to touch the sky,
If every song in your soul screams to fly,
Leave what you think and know at the door
To go somewhere you've never been before.
I know you're scared to take the chance;
Thus the game sets the stage,
But take the plunge and learn the dance;
You'll finally find that forgotten page.
There's something absent in your days;
And so we struggle through the maze,
Finding other ways to play,
Just to bite back at the gray.
Not *** nor drugs nor wealth
Can ever bring true health;
The only lasting way is to be yourself,
And let your life ring true.
Until you do,
There's something missing, and it's you.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
if i had a dollar for every time i thought
i meant what i said, but really,
it just didn't come out at all
how i meant it to be said,
i'd be a millionaire,
and i'd just have a few ghostwriters.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC