Hei Hei
Uneasy, that is how i feel now.
Before, my poetry was published
I could go to bed or have a little drink
and know that nobody really understood me.
Now, it is different.
I still do not think that they know me:
Maybe, they just think that they do.
Christ, i do not even know me.
I have spent most days of my life wanting to be
someone or something different.
But it is always that guy staring
back at me through the mirror.
I had a deep desire to run at the mirror and dive into it.
Prove something to myself.
I now have a deep desire to give up writing
but i would have nothing else.
Would I?
So I must go on.