Sunday, July 13, 2014


I can be mean spirited when my passions are challenged or I slighted. So I write. I write so that things will be as it was. Unchanged, perfect. So that in reality, I could proceed as if there never was a disturbance to my ego. So that pain, turned into poetry becomes something forgiven. So then I could resume playing my part, and begin again to hope. 

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