Years Better Erased than Written

I have enough words to tell you I don’t have anything to say,

Not now and not ever again.


What’s the point?

What does it matter?

Does anyone actually value being literate,

Or is it merely a convenience?


Buried in megapixels,

Whored out for micro SDs,

If only you had a brain.


For the fact that change has occurred,

Life remains the same;

Yet because hardly anything is the same,

It’s only then we recognize there has been any change.


D          I         E




Farewell to suicidal tendencies,

Familiar mediocrity & relational atrocities.

Farewell to settling for what is comfortable & easy,

Pleasing the greedy & letting circumstance rule.

Changes are continuing,

Without and within.

Beyond my understanding,

I often feel confused yet hopeful in finding clarity.

I may be less opposed to change,

But not when it seems in vain.

Being sane is more than I can ask for,

Trying to control isn’t worth the effort or pain.


I’m finally set to go.

I’m not coming back,

But I will keep track.

Keep track of the changes & similarities,

Compare notes & see who comes back from this journey.


Today, I came to realize that I am more than able see myself as valuable than ever before. My once steady “affair” with suicide & self-loathing is no more.