My mind is not very tired...
Perhaps it's racing,
And, given my bipolar past,
...that's not encouraging?
My heart wants to connect
With friends and family -
Perhaps to procrastinate,
By hearing a voice,
Other than my own?
so, yeah, the short burst phrasing,
that i try to pass off as poetic -
maybe it's been played out, too much...
maybe it's long past time
To Quiet the Brainstorms,
To Sift through their wreckage,
In the hopes of finding some truths...
Writing, as a medium
May not be my best communication.
After that burst, above,
I feel my mind dropping gears
And realizing that it is tired,
I balk at writing more,
Because I fear being branded a babbler...
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