I’ve been taking my vitamin D and other supplements but I’ve not had one poem since early May. That deficiency feels just as serious. But in this state of mine, what words can come out of me? And with what sentiment? Seasons change, names change, the carvings change. But the wound remains. Blame it on the world, blame it on yourself, blame it on luck, blame it on people being assholes. But blame doesn’t act as first aid. Sip on hot coffee as the rains come to relieve you for a while. Remember nothing is a one day or a one time fix. Nothing that matters anyway. Let out a deep exhale. Nineteen tears follow. A scream. Silence. Sleep. You can’t wake up when September ends. You have to get through each day of your life. But you can sleep for a while. And I’ll wake you up when it’s time.
