A severely impenetrable wall blocks my view of the supposed setting sun.
While i struggle to regain my line of sight my mind gives in to a notion of
stinging, jetting, crushed blue felt on the table draped over the shelf
giving in to what seems like help
a welcoming invitation to a somewhat intriguing dissertation
on becoming a creative who seeks out liberation
something that makes sense but that isn't understood
is like drawing a chair made of wooden metal glue
it would be something new
it would be something true
but i cant help but think of the people that just don't care.