I want to write more, and more often.
There’s only one way to solve that problem:
Letting go of the want
Or at least
Thinking about what it means
The why
Of the want
Am i seeking external recognition?
Are
You
?
Aren’t we
All
Am i seeking an indelible inexorable inscription
An impression
A transmission
The genetic code of my brain matter
Finding another way to persist
To
Matter
.
To tack against a gale of entropy
To scream into the void
To be
And to have been
To shake the spray paint for today’s layer
To build the sand castle and defend its walls
With moats and particularly large shells
Good for scooping
To pay extra attention to each moment
rolling words around my mouth
like jawbreakers
Their impatiently chewed bits
Spit on your screen
To see better
Sit longer
In places that are beautiful
And humbling
And write
As the wind wipes away my footprints
-H
Hoyle talks about things