Today I’ve had questions buzzing in my head drowning out other things. For some reason this image came to mind. I felt like banging my head on the bricks, hoping some answers might fall out.
Instead I just wrote the questions down as they came, and cracked on with being boring…
Do you know any of the answers? Is there anyone out there reading this?
Are my words for me or for you?
Am I vanilla or raspberry-ripple?
What does it matter? Do I even know?
Do you read what I write, hear what I say?
Am I doing this for a reason?
How do I communicate what’s inside? Why do I feel the need to get it out?
Why do I care? Why do you care for that matter? Should one care?
Is it veiled exhibitionism?
Is it scratching an itch that would otherwise be a more dangerous thing?
Am I angry or just boring?
You tell me…