i’ve been away

i

hey

i’ve been away

from myself

from my paper

from my pen

from my sacred den

i’ve been betraying myself

putting all my faith in the paper lock i put on the door of my den

i was told i have to leave

i had left

not because i was told by those unaware how beautiful my den is

and how messy their den is

i left because

my den is really really beautiful

and it’s no use for me

if it’s not use to others

and i’ve been so far gone

my den sits atop a hill so far from everything

so far from everyone

and i’m walking back from it

putting all my faith in the paper lock i made

from a 17th century geometry book

containing someone’s notes

yet no sketches

not some messy lines

not one scribble

just math notes on some pages

they are full now

telling the story of my journey to my sacred den