Too Much Reading...
All of the thoughts-
the words in the books-
are sliding my mind
and clouding my real...
I sit in this clutter-
and duck from the clash-
that pounds all around me
and fades out my quiet...
All of the faces-
the places and dreams-
beg my attention
and echo my heart...
Sometimes in a moment-
I sink in a page-
and float on the letters
and sail in the lines...
I love it- I hate it-
I always want more-
but also want nothing
but present and real...
My head is just reeling-
the words all collide
and clash with each other
and leave me awake...
Joy Weare.
15th November, 2007.
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