THE VOID STAR(E)S
A hollow lust
Echoes in my mind
I see the pictures,
Resonating within.
I see the parts moving
And I want to sink my teeth
Into the skim.
I want to break the cold surface
With all of the volcanoes inside of my veins
I want to erupt
And then, no longer be burdened.
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And just like that,
I'm no longer burdened
By the clamor for attention
Nor all the roles I've written in the margins
Out of spiteful pressure from
Some time,
Obliterated.
The only I demand, is my own
Respect internalized,
I'm going to skin myself, living, alive
And climb inside the hollow,
Now an embodied (W)hole



I'm at a bit of a loss.
It's often that I start projects without follow up
Or the follow up is delayed
I have lots of ideas, but then a limited capacity to pursue those ideas
It's a frustrating problem. It's a bottleneck problem