methods of being

i havent written much of anything lately let alone post on purpose i am just one

big jumble of emotions that i just dont want to share im stirring the pot too see

what else is in there not a thing seems normal nor am i surprised by that there

are these little memories and some disturbances too spread around my

apartment they catch me and they confuse each other because they are the same

sometimes and we reach a point where we start to wonder or wander and

realizations that surface can be so painful especially since now theres no thing

that can be done about it so we sit with it and how long does that happen this

sitting  correlating with our work here to do whatever that may be i cant even

write this without bursting into tears robbed just robbed so hard to come to

terms with these methods of less being