My only struggle with blogging
is this expectation of
explaining and summing
explaining and summing
everything up in a white square
How can I explain when I see
the world so differently
when there are just so many things
to talk and feel about and share
on this early morning
my mind is a carousel
a spinning wheel
it is the girl with asthma
who still ran faster than all the boys
faster and faster
but is it ever enough
let them be ashamed and confounded
that desire my soul
let them be turned backward
and put to confusion
that desire my hurt.
1 comment:
Haha I feel that I understand what you mean in this blog completely
It seems so futile to even begin writing on a blog, or a paper, or a painting or drawing, or anywhere!
But I will tell you that I don't expect you to write anything of significance or insignificance :]
Just write if you feel like it, or don't if you aren't in the mood
The subject of writing isn't required to be about seriousness, us, or anything other than what you want it to be :p
What I am questioning though is the ending of this one
I am wondering who are the ones who desire your soul and hurting! :x
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