It seemed important
The purchase
I owned it
It was mine
I took it home
And put it with the rest of my
Things
Which is when I realised
Nothing belongs to me
Even this body will one day be taken
Or rather left behind
What else?
What else is left behind?
Just the things I said?
No
What is spoken is soon
Forgotten
Like my used up body
Buried beneath layers of eternity
What I wrote?
Perhaps that lasts a little longer
The reason we writers do what we do
There seems little enough reason otherwise
To write
Make art
Disgorge large portions of our hearts
Onto canvas
Paper
Ether
I would rather do this strange thing
And feel I was producing something
Personal
Then spend a life of breathing in and out
Going through the motions
Sitting in traffic jams
Sham meetings
Rearranging pencils in my top drawer
Listening to office gossip
Taking this piece of paper
Turning it into another
And another
And another
With no art in between
Nor words that mean anything
To be jostled with too many humans
In a job that meant nothing beyond doing
The same thing
Day after day after day
And producing nothing that came
From
Me
Just seems
Like laying bricks
On a wall that leads nowhere
Just wonderful!!!
Thankyou 😊
You are most welcome!! Stay Safe!
You too 😊
We are all motivated by different things but your love of writing comes through.
Explaining things to myself – like muttering in the dark but working my way towards the light switch Len.
Yep, that’s why we writers do it.
Hi Lyn – did you get some sleep?
Yep, I did! Thanks for asking! I’m taking some melatonin for a bit of help–and because I read it helps immunity and some aspects of the disease.
Can’t do without my sleep – hope the melatonin helps.
p.s. How are things where you are now?
Amazing, such deep true words!!
Thankyou 😊
This is so lovely. You are such a talented writer!
Thanks!
You captured something finite and abstract simultaneously. That feeling we writers, artists, creatives feel. There’s gotta be more than… the mundane right? And yes, it’s there. You captured it. And it’s worth plowing through the mundane for.
Absolutely wonderful!
Thanks Dylan 🌈
A sad truth about human existence.
Rips my heart out of my chest. Perfectly said, thank you 🙂
Thanks Mare ❤️ we’ve been fed quite a few lies, hope this virus changes a few things
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Just wow.
😊