Nothings working right now.
None of it.
Not a single thing,
I considered interesting before,
fun,
entertaining,
time wasting,
is helping.
And I don't mean fixing this.
I mean simply becoming unmute,
from whatever storm I'm in right now.
Because,
what's the point of writing,
if what you're writing about,
makes you unable to speak.
I want to write,
god I fucking do.
But I can't.
If you decide to risk it and drive over rocks,
all you'll get are flat tires.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
