It’s strange:
When words can’t find their way
and thoughts stampede , then trample each other
and die ( surprisingly) peaceful and quiet deaths .
Feel?!
Feelings always felt a bit uncomfortable
and insanity is allowing, what can only be described as
life’s bathroom accident
to become Life itself.
………………………………………………………………………
It’s been years since I had the slightest inkling for writing poetry, let even actually write something. Then, no more than two hours ago, whilst looking for something to watch, I felt these sentences forming in my head… and this came out.