A Time To Listen

the tongue is a stringless instrument- there’s a line in Don Quixote that says,”he who sings frightens away his ills”- but i think it works for girls too—some days are better than others- but knowing very little, i feel free enough not being burdened by needing to knowing the rest —trapped in reflection

i think of what paul simon said“I don’t very often think I’ve done a good job. I don’t like the majority of what I do. I shouldn’t say I don’t like it, but I’m not satisfied with almost everything that I do. ”then i think of the words satisfiedor fulfillment alone- wonder if i ever really felt either completely- or was it that i didnt care as much?

the bulb on my flashlight is fading and im waiting for my eyes to adjust - an overflowing glass of tediously over thought accounts spill and soak the ink through and beyond my journals binding - to the point were it doesn’t make any sense anymore - the only thing thats legible are the words "do you still hear me?" and its written over and over and over again .