justwrite 26 april

speaking of answers i am fresh out and the doubt is off the table lying i am able to see the truth in my ceiling of honesty laying it out and i will pretend to be asleep i will keep my own counsel and the sounds of the forest are too far away to imagine camping in damp tarp remember when we were going to but then and so again and so forth this is who i am trying to be and trying not to see in the mirror clearer than fear should be my intention is to speak out of strength and to give away only what i need to but when i flip through the pages it's been ages since i could give good advice to anyone all i can do is brew tea leaves into teeth and crackle them into promises i can not keep i am too tired for this too old to kiss hello and miss the yellow wallpaper of stories and there is no cream what seems to be the trouble is the bubble that pops and i am not supporting distorting cavorting there are steps away and there are steps toward and to go forward we will have to meet will have to turn our feet into warrior poses i am looking down over the end of my arm my strong hand landing into the distance the reminiscence of a thought i wanted to have scuttles through my mind as i hear you stammer for a hammer looking for the final blow and settling it evenly like a score what's in store is no more of the same when you change the locks i will keep my old key