Right Back to Low
The noise I’d smother
Body I’d bury in the ground
To be no longer tormented by you and your sound
You don’t hear me out here in the dark
But it sees what you have done to me for being who you are
And scar after scar – it sees and knows how far I am from far
Desperately, I seek the peace from my dreams of end
Please never again have me witness
Another non-sustaining high
Then back to my place so fallen
Right back to the low I’d have rather always been.
A new painting I finished last week, based on a larger drawing I down sized to get a better grip on. I’m a little excited about the new writing ideas I’m working on now. I only hope what results is a better voice – something richer / sharper in a way. It’s never easy explaining some of the strange feelings and images that drift in mind, but I’m really trying to grasp them more tightly this time around. If nothing else, it’s passing my days well enough. I still keep to my exercise schedule and sleep schedule and eating schedule, so adding more hours to writing is a nice change – especially when I actually have something to say.