I miss
no one
I missed
only me
but now
we’ve found
each other
and we
tell stories
about what
we did
when we
were apart
old friends
we are
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Now
If it were
up to me
I’d like to
live without a
past to just
show up here
right now because
that’s how I
think that people
retain the precious
privilege that life
is to all
imagine being new
now what would
you then do
Got
I just wanna
be left alone
not for any
really real reason
except for maybe
I have found
my burrow my
den and my
dearest and I
know that there’s
very little left
to ever find
Shapes
I may be
round I’m not
square and as
round I don’t
fit by force
or will or
wish or whatever
I am round
like a balloon
I am heavenly
like the world
or the moon
or a comet
streaking through the
night’s sky setting
it beautifully ablaze
I’m not square
never have been
no edges here
which to poke
or catch or
be cut by
I am round
round and round
I merrily go
Number
All I want
to ever be
is a number
on some door
that something comes
looking for to
drop in front
little else than
that I’ll be
if it is
up to me