I write around

What I really

Want to say

When I’m on drugs

And all the truths

Seem apparent

I almost don’t want to write

Because I know I won’t get to it

Because of all the other times I’ve tried to get to it

And failed

I’ve gotten pieces

And I guess that’s how it goes

You can’t get the whole thing at once

No matter how many drugs you take

The truth takes her clothes off slowly

There’s nothing to say

No words

If you’re going to write down words, what are your options? Studies, notes, a letter to a friend. If we’re talking about the written art forms.

Novels are about other worlds

What about this world?

But not the academic writing

It’s a hundred pages for one truth that doesn’t really mean anything to you and me in our daily lives

I want my writing to be like tungsten cubes

Dense

Just be

Don’t write

Just be