bobmonty
i have been punished,
or led to believe that this is how it goes. However, I am unconvinced.
The worst punishments are the ones that i inflict upon myself.
yelling,
you're not good enough to do that
in so many different ways
inside my head
shouting.
quiet.
I have always wanted to bronze my shoes,
I never got my little bronze shoes as a kid.
Now, as an adult, I would bronze a pair of old sneakers or slippers, hang them on my wall and remember how nice it is, to walk in bare feet.
beware the beast man, for he is the devils spawn,
I spend too much time beware-ing
not enough time ware-ing.
doing, seeing, touching, dancing, laughing and crying out in elation.
I miss that.
Beware, sadness can sneak up on you.
the truth is i've never been more exhausted.
I am worried about what comes next.
what twist the path will take,
will i ever get to revisit the beauty that I have seen,
and will my tired eyes be able to recognize it?
I'm so scared of the truth,
scared that I will have the sadness that i experience today, forever.
i was blasted by the news, completely run over.
She is gone, my heart aches with fear, loneliness anxiety and sadness.
I don't know how to move now and it feels like my throat is closing in.
so sad.
the director chose a different direction this time.
not satisfied with sitting in her chair she stands up to move the whole scene around. A shift, everybody was moved off set and the drama began to unfold as we sat there, listening to the silence of it all.
This is the second time,
now I have a tale to tell. About how it is that I came to write about something, that is, written.
How strange to put words down about an idea that is in itself a collection of words.