Along the river with my bright yellow pencil.

“Avoid the vortex!” the dark forest scowled.

Yet, here I’m floating among the crippled yellow leaves.

Cross Hatching among the shadows.

Poised, with a pencil feeling feelings I can’t project.

My mind crowded; fidgeting with every syllable, every daydream.

Below me I’m followed by my loss and luminous thoughts.

There’s no erasing what one said.

My life etched with pain.

Tracing and retracing my mind.

Knifing every word, every song.

Gone.

“Avoid the vortex” Oh I have avoided it for so long it feels good to give in.

I should hesitate.

No matter I’m already there.

Not even the brightest spires in the mightest cities can avoid this void.

Morning and night the woods close in on the weak.

They cry out pointing to the pain until the become lost.

The woods tourture your confession out.

Out into the world your pain goes leaving, floating along the river with a bright yellow pencil.

Floating among your crippled old memories.

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