I am waging war on myself

A sort of inventory of investments

It is a reflection arising from dissatisfaction

A seething gasp for clarity

Embodied truth obscured

It isn’t easy being alone when you realize the weight of it

It seems like it must be nice to not think or worry about these things

I seem without the skill to rid myself of such vulgar and exacting self examinations

It has been years where I dreamt I would have accomplished much more by now

Although I only might learn as I require

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