You write to escape

You write to escape
And even then, escaping is not enough.

You used to do other things that numb the mind
To end its useless chatter and allow for something else to be

Now you write and write

And it never ends
There is no close or a final chapter

There is no dry land to reach
Or a well to be tapped to the last drop

There is more and more
There is writing

And some day, writing might no longer be enough
Not fast enough or expansive enough

Not that you’re looking forward to that
But it just might be the end

As the infinite vastness collapses in more
The vessels that carry it have to change

And escaping it must
Not sure to what end
Nor what will keep the mind resisting its scent

Away and away it goes on a journey of woes
You write to escape today, tomorrow, and yesterday
But the memory fades, and the future evades

So NOW is all that’s left — You write.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~