Once opened

the gates allow a flood

Words
Somany.

Writing again
Is hard

I was hard
But porn
Lost its thrill.


Self improvement is masterbation
But for who
Certainly not ones self


Never knowing
What's
Actually in my mind

The words
Not their

But hear



Floods of thought
My train
A pontoons wake in an ocean

Another mind
Interesting.

Rare enough
But an interesting

Rare

Lost again in thought
Lost again

But here we go.