Photography and rambles
Lately I idle at 100. I'm constantly racing, tapping my toes needing to be to go somewhere but there is nowhere to go. I don't know how you can feel stagnant in the middle of so much motion but I've been known to have traits that make no sense. I am stillness as full speed, I am the earthquake biting its tongue and I am the rain cloud closing its eyes and praying to become a sun. Praying that my stillness will one day be zero.
Today's full poem is titled 'I Don't Know' - it's a piece about questioning everything which is a sport I play way too often. I have also uploaded Writing Exercise #1 and will be updating poems you need to hear, very shortly. Would you like the main poems as images? Maybe typewriter or designed a different way? I'm still figuring out the best way to get this to you. Anything you'd like, just ask.
The truth is...
I don't know.
I don't know where we're heading
and I don't know how we're getting there.
I have a three figure bank account
And that's including the pennies
And I don't know how we're going to make it.
I don't know if I'm moth or flame,
downfall or uprising.
I have a pocket full of questions
but let's not waste anymore time.
I've always been less about the destination
and more about the adventure.
I've always been more about chasing dreams
than actually catching them.
I don't know what happens when it's over
because I never stay long enough to find out.
Some days, I just want to stop,
I just want to feel the anchors and the aches
but I just can't and why... I don't know.
I don't know who I am at zero,
I don't know what happens when the engine goes off.
Scared... Maybe... I don't know.
There are parts of me, still foreign,
places I can't afford the bus fare to
but I'm sure I'll get there in time.
Im an overthinking under achiever
and I have nothing
but a whole lot of love,
a suitcase full of poems
and a crooked smile.
I will never stop giving all of me
and is that enough?
I really, really,