May 27, 2017 by Allen George
In which I converse, and no answers present themselves
And so, what is it that you want?
Some purpose – a mission.
And what would it look like?
I don’t know – have forgotten to look for it.
Forgotten? No – avoided. Avoided; and ignored. Shattered myself ignoring. Used the influence to mask the pain of that ignoring. Torn myself in two, ignoring. Wake my day bisected, ignoring.
Ah, I see. But know: that strain is yours. I can do nothing for your self.