Patti got me thinking,
thinking about how hard it is to write
about nothing. but even
nothing counts as something. so,
I can't let my craft waste
away.
why do I always let this poison in
my cranium take away
the only way I can be
honest with myself?
I should not let it consume
me so.
and yet after weeks of
this self-inflicted punishment, I have
awakened from this cursed slumber
and found myself yet again in this wretched demon's
clutches.
how dare I mistake this comfortable numbness as happiness?
how dare!
and now I sit, quietly reveling in the success of
conquering the beast for now
trying with all my might
to not allow the looming threat
of a future battle
conquering me in turn.
