Just trying to
figure out
what it is
that allows me
to write this.
Something inside
just gotta get out
I guess.
I hear the sound of
wind in the background.
Wind that is not initiated
by self-questioning.
It doesn’t think, it just does,
forced, and not
forcing itself.
It speaks,
nothing argues.
It never has off days.
It says exactly what it needs to.
That's because the wind
just gotta get out.
01/27/02