must be alone
suffer alone
die alone
must have time for solitude
guilty time in solitude
distracted
everyone’s needs more precious
these frantic needs selfish
no in-between
is this human or something less
often thinking deserving
being alone
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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