I could write from my shadow
Or about Plato’s cave
I could write about how fucked up the world is
Or how no one wants to do anything to change
I could write about the chaos, beauty and symmetry of nature
Or how we try to project our order onto chaos
I could write as a child
Or a man right before dying of old age
I could write about meaning
Or how mundane life can feel
I could write about courage
And free-will
Or I could write about hope
Whatever that is
I can go back to God
Him and I are always fighting
I could write about a sex addict
Or about a modern Alchemist
I could write about music
And food
Or I could write about traffic
Of course
I can always keep writing about
Sex
But
What I can’t write about right now is
Love
And that’s because
I don’t feel much of it
I am not currently
Tortured
By love
I am not
Trapped inside it’s spell
I am
Loveless
And it is always
So much more
Peaceful
This way.
I’m not supposed to be writing about writing
But I made that rule for myself
And I can break it if I want to
This is my world
And y’all are just reading it
And this is a world without
Love
And it is so
Peaceful
But also
A little more
Boring.
-C.H.
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