Unnerved by invitations – isolation equates with security – fear the onslaught of questions, the unleashing of a torrent – emotions flooding, crashing through this
Chill and fog cloud my senses – effective distraction loneliness holds no sway. Others speed past, while I advance, slow, steady – drawn by an
Somber, this intrusion, me immobilized – fear mounting, fuming common odours triggering paranoia – fruits of a prolific dreamer, buried in withdrawal, work in progress,
Invisible marginalized – components of self devalued by marketing trends still sentient enough to need: acknowledgment recognition acceptance respect kindness never overrated.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
Knee-deep wading in electric yellow waters of mud-laden stream the coveted prize – a mutated version – Christ’s fish hovers arms reach away – have