I want that feeling. I miss that feeling but I don't miss wanting that feeling so much of the time and I don't want to miss that feeling anymore, having so much of one's mind made up of the wanting and the waiting for that wanting to go away. Yes, I do want it. I want it so badly that I can not risk what having that could mean what kind of lean that could lead to, what kind of lean need that could mean to me.
I used to … but now I don’t and I am glad of it. Thanks for this poem 🙂
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Thank YOU for reading and connecting. I am glad too.
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Nods..that could apply to so many things 🙂
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Could and does, I think. Addiction comes in many colors and flavors…
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Yes’m it does that 😦 though some are quite fine …chocolate…
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I enjoyed this one. 🙂
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Thanks, C–very much appreciated.
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I think this one’s ready for a poetry slam. You should make a video and post it.
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Hmm…funny you should say that. I have a piece I’ve been working on that speaks to the idea of “slams” and “spoken word.” I’m not sure I fully understand all the nuances of these forms, but what I’ve seen doesn’t feel like me for some reason.
I may do at least a text post with audio. soon…ish
Thanks J–
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