hi paper
2026-02-27
i’m afraid i lost my way
doesn’t necessarily mean i’m lost
just out of the way i have been on
perhaps there are cleaner ways to say this
but i used to sit at the typewriter and bleed
i no longer do that
i don’t poke at myself for fun anymore
i don’t chase what’s already fleeting
i don’t stay with what’s a goner
i choose to spend my time more consciously
to do things more consciously
to do things better
see paper
even when i don’t bleed
i can speak
i can tell you things
it’s been a while i know
and i have missed you
wanted to let you know what’s what
who’s a twat
and who’s a good boy
how do you want to read?
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