wrote this in a note book, Thursday, 29th November, can’t remember the time..
washing the self of tide and time,
wandering listless, naked and profane,
obtuse, acute, resolute, ardent and arduous,
I’m everything and nothing,
part and parcel, and yet, left behind..
beg, borrow, steal,
it’s all the same to me.
I’m everything and nothing to me.