just writing

I couldn’t cry, so I’m writing. Not because I’m in this euphoric space, but because of the space I’m in. I’m not really trying to rationalize it, so I’d say it’s a written rampage. There’s a fog that sits in between my eyes that keeps my brain in a tangle. With what? I’m not sure. I’m just writing. Sometimes I find myself staring into space and wondering at-

Most times I don’t know. I’m just writing.

Wondering at the stars, the moon, the sun- what do they think of me?

Of us?

What’s the whole grand scheme of things? And why is it a scheme?

A grand scheme.

Aren’t there enough schemes to sift through to last a lifetime?

I’m just writing.

Just considering considering nothing.

But the tears

They’re not an option for some reason.

I’m beyond shedding at this point.

Where is the point?

Is the point

Of it all

Is that

I’m just writing

‘Cause I couldn’t cry

And I felt like crying

But I’m just writing

Love notes to Hope

Here’s to a breakthrough the pressure to get new

When you feel blown through

I really wasn’t looking to be a poet

Having pains, so I guess I’m growing

Just writing to get a hold of it