here i go again (Patreon)

i was asked to read some poetry at an event this upcoming weekend. and looking back through some things i have written; i hate and disagree with almost everything i have ever wrote or thought.

so where does one go from here?

i don't want any of it. i don't want to be anything or say anything other than what i feel in a moment. i want to be able to live my life just being. just breathing. just wandering the earth loving whoever i come into contact with that day.

that is all i want. to be present with every new face i see, and not think about seeking to go further and further with one specific thing, or one specific person.

what is the point in poetry? what is the point in any words coming from my mouth that you may or may not understand what it is i am saying. that i may or may not understand what it is i am feeling.