Normally, all black everything is not a problem for me. However, relationally, I prefer to step outside of the dark.
Although it gets harder and harder as time goes by.
Normally, all black everything is not a problem for me. However, relationally, I prefer to step outside of the dark.
Although it gets harder and harder as time goes by.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I would place my energy where it most needed to be.
I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to seal the deal with a structure so flimsy.
But it’s okay, thank Goddess. I still have so much to grateful for.
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
The regulator that refuses sentimentality.
It is post-illusion post-fixation, and post-drama. Here, disillusionment is in the foreground rather than structure.
All will be kept in perpetual recalibration as this cosmic force stabilizes.
Don’t project that on me. I’m not upset in the least. There’s just a little moisture in my eye.
I’m fine.