Writing is dangerous.
It will eat you upside down,
Inside out,
With non matching shoes.
You will believe in its sympathy.
You will rely on its openness of expression.
You will want it always
and begin to measure your daily meaning
against your successes of expression.
I advice you don't.
You will hate yourself.
Sometimes there is nothing to say.
That is okay. Accept it as it is.
Stare at the blank paper
and start a fire.
Matches are cheap.
Just eat it.
Words are fickle.
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