this is where i come to expunge you
...when I am desperate to tell you
how much i miss you
I won't give in and you'll never hear it again
but I hate life in all it's forms
a double blessing, freedom in disguise
a forced realization
and here i am
whenever i have that urge,
to tell you i need you
i will come here and worship my own false pretense
and ideas of what creativity might behold
falling short of expression,
stuck between purging and hoarding
yet, strikingly aware
that i continue to sleep alone.
i surfed today for the first time in a bit
oceanside was sick, and i got some fun ones.
but theres always this bullshit worry waiting for me at the shoreline......