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Alone is still the best
Especially when it feels like you’re being chewed on,
and I’m no morsel for fetishes,
not especially for men of ingratitude,
nor women of lust.
W.E.
#lifesaver @morning.owl this arvo
At times it’s love, companionship, children, family.
Some choose adrenaline, others religion.
Food can comfort some, anger, rage and guilt for others.
Art, expressed through the body, mind or spirit is as fitting a filler as can be.
I chose it all except for drugs and alcohol, but I don’t think I wouldn’t have written any differently, lived any differently, loved any differently, fought any differently, nor do I pass judgement on those who couldn’t find another way, whatever they choose.
I’ve hearkened to the darkness of being alone with it far too long to discount someone else’s hole.
But irony is that the hole is needed. There is nothing that can fill it. It’s there to keep pouring things into, beauty into, life into. To keep finding something to contribute to and throw it into it. The nomenclature of our generation has been hijacked by irresponsible and inexperienced liars, sometimes naive, mostly materialistic liars.
The reality is, it’s not a hole, it’s the inside of you that needs goodness, love, kindness and poetry, it needs music and fierceness. It needs a passion crackling at times and rain to quell it at others.
These are normal things, balanced.…things.
The uncertainty of being able to live up to its need is the driving catalyst.
You cannot loathe that hole, you cannot fill it ever, all you can do is keep inspired and keep creating.
Keep generating energy even though they tell you it cannot be created nor destroyed, fine then, transmute it. But do something.
There’s no dark hole,
there’s no void you have to fill.
To imply so is falling prey to a lie,
a lie that tells you that you need stuff,
to satiate that void,
and it’s all just stuff.
-Wesam El dahabi
She asked me how I was.
Bad question to ask an introvert.
Long or short answer? …. Cacophony of words or mannered and pruned response…..
One has no punctuation,
grammar,
logic,
order,
and chronology.
It has no meter,
pause,
advance,
or retreat.
It has no introduction,
body,
or conclusion.
It has no theme,
context,
or background.
Coherency?
Unless your gifted with Aristotelian wisdom,
the Selflessness of Rumi,
and the prose of Khayam,
you’re not gonna’ understand a thing I am saying,
not that you’d want to anyway,
I probably sound like a freak unleashed.
Its semblance is of the schizophrenic….
on acid,
after snorting a line of Columbia’s finest,
on steroids,
fury unleashed without reservations……
Filters?
Fuck that measure of acceptability.
No holds barred,
zero fucks given,
balls to the wall,
pedal to the metal,
She’ll get my answer alright, my day has been full of questions, answers, thoughts, ponderings, meditations and struggles….voices
But then I thought,
Did she really mean it?
Did she really sincerely mean it when she asked how I was?
I guess I’m a liar because I replied “I’m well thanks”.
Truth is,
I wasn’t thankful,
I hated that she asked
and I wasn’t well.
She smiled and said “That’s good”,
and I continued the answer in my head.
-W.E.
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