Insanity

[Cynus]

Insanity.
You, my thoughts, this moment.

Every moment.

I cannot spend one without you.

But yet you are not here.

What then am I to do with these thoughts?

I feed them to the aether and watch them disappear

For without you no thoughts are worthwhile.


I didn't spend the time to polish this off. The thoughts were simply running through my head and I needed an outlet for them. This seemed as good a place as any. Feel free to comment if you would like, but I did not write this for it to be good, I wrote this to calm down.

[Cole Parker]

My thought is, creative people tend to have emotions that expand into moments that only poetry can fulfull. I do it too, very badly. But I understand that temptation, the motivation, the energy that needs expression.

But I like what you wrote, too.

C

[Cynus]

Thank you, Cole. I agree with your first paragraph, and I'm glad you liked it.

Also, I'm happy to have some resolution now on the emotions that originally spawned this, but it was still good to get this out of my system.