A journal entry, a poem

I've composed sins like it was a pauper's gift of emptiness.
I've drawn words like they were subscribing to the field test.
Nothing stands in the way but the latency of waiting.

And still I perpetuate the myth.

Hello to the sun,
Goodbye to the night;
Blind myself with the staring as though affixed with an addiction.

Remember your longing.
One step at a time.
No one knew the cliff notes for a game worth playing.

​I lie in wait.

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• ​​​​11/04/2015, Gisborne