Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Are you looking for more independence or are you simply looking to be held?
There is no right or wrong answer. Technically.
Does my presence destabilize your equilibrium? Then, no amount of care will convert our bond into a growth alliance.
The love for chocolate chip has sadly tipped from desire to discernment. Alas, the intolerance for the stale, the safe, and the over familiar, birth the evolution of taste.
A new register for aliveness has alerted your nervous system. Now you can’t go back to that old sweetness, without it tasting dead.
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
Round and round we spin.
So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.
This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.