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why would you why would you not no daisies involved just driving self crazy I don't know I don't know like the ticking of the clock nothing known or not emptying of sand from hand slipping through fingers all the while escaping in the process of watching what lingers grit remains, dry, scratchy lost thoughts though ideas hatching inflict within, transfer the itch mind conflicted, twitching, twitching would I thought condemn the thinker living lives beyond the edge testing waters, severed boundaries even in dreams not at ease do as you please punish self for all the maybes would you why not why would you torment of intent unreal peace of mind somehow steal no daisies to measure when to stop

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Paul Willason

Date: 4/26/2024 6:01:00 AM

The poem almost has the quality of a chant...thoughts beating out like a drum into words. There is a freedom here, the mind given free reign to roam a twilight zone. Fascinating to read DD.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/26/2024 6:08:00 AM

Thanks Paul, it's a funny one this as it just felt good to punch it out. Like letting go of static :)

Speaks Volumes

Date: 4/25/2024 4:50:00 PM

Could see and feel the sand running through my fingers, just love that sensation. But no daisies :( . Well I loved it any way. Enjoyed meandering through your mind, on this bright sunny day.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/25/2024 10:07:00 PM

Thank you Wen, this was written immediately before falling asleep and I just was enjoying playing with words with a hurried nature like when overthinking :)