My Prescription
Updated: May 10, 2022
As ever, moving through the undulating internal human landscape of existence, mindful of its changable terrain and feeling every last fucking nuance of it but not necessarily entirely voluntarily.
Gotta keep striving forwards over and through it and I gotta keep mindful to forgive myself for the times I got and will get lost, all the the wrong tracks that are taken, and all the embarrasing falling over.
Having a concious is heavy. Man.
These words by James Fenton help ease the human pain. Poetry does that:
William Sieghart explains:
