brisk walking

i wring my mind when the only things to do that would feel right are the wrong things, and when there is so much desire for some sound solace that the string becomes too taut, and breaks.

these are times when all is still, and all is still thus, still.

say a cake's recipe has to be explained to a refugee with only 2 seconds to spare, for whatever reasons. so is the marble cake chocolate or vanilla? does the answer depend on your taste? my taste? the refugee's skin colour? the statistical majority as according to all those who have baked marble cakes?

i've tried dancing, acting, filming, teaching, waitressing, promoting, admin assisting, and so on and so forth. and thus far, there is nothing i have accomplished.

can you love me? love me, it will make me feel (momentarily) better about my disappointing self. how now brown cow, what to do, there is nothing to be done.

let's wait for godot together. definitely, maybe