While wandering bleary-eyed

through a bookcase back in my mind during

one of my last minute morning thought rushes I saw

a sudden ray of light that led me directly to a dark and

dusty corner I hadn’t ventured through in quite some

time judging from the dust I noticed there some

old articles laying around one was still

lying open to a page

probably from an

eon back and brushing

away the dust I read the lines “You

will probably never make the grade” by the

way it was left I could see I never had the pleasure in

reading I thought to myself this place could really use a

good cleaning but looking around found there wasn’t

a place to move it so I let it lie with the idea maybe

someday I would venture back through

here and find a way to use it
still wandering
on I found myself motionless near

the great ocean of thought where the breakers

crashed and tore away the shoreline standing here

at the edge of the world has shown me just how

exaggerated my own emotions seem to be

this strong deafening place interrupts

depression confusion and rage

and just how I feel more

at peace with the

land scape

here

than with

all it’s people
But then what would I write of..?