stuck, thinking about the what is and what it could be, what is it, what it was, what it is. a singular process of learning to forget, or more aptly to put aside, way back, last door on the right, next to the hallway closet, which is what? more shit than i can shake a stick at, more mud, more, more, more. stop thinking, laziness is a long process.......................
the past unloads fast and furious, as vastly subjective memories stand at arms length, fingers hold the ability to express what cannot be said, the mind holds it's breath, the pen is not mightier than words thrown carelessly, to backtrack is to spin precariously close to destruction, whether or not that is an end or an ends to a means depends, once again, on where one sits..................
