Heavy breathing
Every night, I write. I cannot write. I have to. I am not prepared. But this text has to write itself.
And that is it. My mind is blank. I have dilluted everything.
Let me go, body. Let me go.
Let me drown in sorrow.
Leave me be, mind, leave me to it.
All experience is a culprit.
Listen close, listen well
I can't sing nor dance and tell.
I can't laugh or jump or cry
I'm less immortal, I do not die.
I live it dead and leave it be
You're living in a spree.
Old-fashioned of gloomed yellow.
I just have no one to write next to