I can't write poetry right now. Maybe soon again...
I've been living in a state of enforced busyness. Probably to avoid having to deal with the people around me, flaring emotions I realize exist but I do not know how to respond to. I'm getting better at understanding other people, but it's not yet that satisfactory "enough" that it will -in all reality- never be. So the task at hand is to start living a different way, not by refusing to do the pointless things that I seek to fill my time, but replacing it with other things. I tried the first way, and I managed to not do for a bit, but that wasn't enough there was this resounding nothing whenever I paused for a moment. The nothing pleaded to be filled, as I had nothing for it I simply fell back into old habitual motions... SO! This time my self uprising will seek to create an alternate society of me until the entire me can do nothing but follow along or diminish into oblivion.
~k
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