“It is a tryin’ time”, she said, the woman on the bus she said and she said also she was so sad seein’ so many others just tryin’ to get by. I’m just sayin’ she said so.
Trials and fibulations of a mobile writter but is it any beta?
I want to unplug myself from this universe. To calm down, stop thinking for a while. Not just "going to sleep" but comatose. Dreaming? Only if it is fluffy clouds, The kind one sees from planes. A journey without the turbulence. But with the desire to jump. Free falling into the void and Hoping that the clouds are indeed cotton. No hard landing. But what if I'm wrong? May I please land on a politician.
If I told you that the sky is blue, the grass is green, would that be enough for you?
If I told you that your every fear is rational and you are doing what you ought to do.
If I told you to hate someone who never hated you, would you then have to hate them too?
If I told you that none of the above is true, what would that knowledge do to you?
Today I write with invisible ink
but so are ideas
a price worth paying of course
why get beaten up again
I hear that they also read minds
cogitation imprisoned in the ether
now I don’t have such thoughts
such ideas that make a difference
So I write with invisible ink
but I cannot tell when it is