I’ve started writing poetry…
It’s a bit embarrassing to call it poetry as I’ve never been a fan and don’t feel like I know what poetry even is, but lately I have felt the desire to write less and express more, and ‘poetry’ seems as good a word as any to describe the outcome.
Somewhere in the midst of it all the smallest glitch in the story of the mind is noticed. Its size often results in no immediate action from the actuary of the mind but the actuary of the mind is keeping records. One day in the midst of it all the smallest glitch in the story of the mind is noticed again and the actuary of the mind can no longer record it as insignificant. On that day the actuary of the mind opens a file and raises the question Why? From that day in the midst of it all the story of the mind is no longer exempt from investigation and the significance of the smallest glitch grows One day in the midst of it all the smallest glitch in the story of the mind shatters the illusion that the story was ever more than just a story.