Cul-de-Sac

Fleeing into an empty street

Filled with people

I am alone with people

I want results but

I fear where I will end

Full moon

The moon is full tonight

I am alone

Trying to write

Today manage to read

My work

It took a lot of energy

Soon home

 

Instinct

The more I write and work

The less likely I am to commit suicide

But does it change anything?

I have no idea

I am not vise nor smart

I just exist on the terms given to me

Some people can choose their destiny

I can´t

I am more like an ant

Writing

When I write 
Nagging, nagging
NAGGING the mind
Again again and agin
aging thoughts without grace
I live here and the there