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do you feel it every day?
When you’re buying groceries,
taking a train to somewhere;
when you smoke, eat or dream?
Does it take a toll? Make your feet drag, perhaps,
or your head ache?
Does it get away from you sometimes?
Have people around you sensed something
not quite right,
caught that glint in your eye (there for just a second,
and gone the next)
and wondered what it was that made their skin
Or have they wished you good morning every day,
sat down to lunch with you, asked how your mother was,
without ever having a clue?
Continue reading Hate
Sadness inspires – I find the connotations of this rather grim, but I still can’t deny the truth of it. Why doesn’t happiness have the same effect, I wonder? Some of man’s best work was created in fits of rage, anxiety, insecurity and extreme pain.
A sad story is always a good story. I don’t like it at all, but I am a child of the same monster.
Even now as I feel my heart is breaking once again, I feel the need to write.
Is it because I need distraction? Is it because I need to get the ache out of me and writing is the only way I can do it? Or is it simply because sadness awakens creativity for some mysterious reason?
I don’t know. I don’t even care. I just want to write. Continue reading Love. Lost.