How long has it been since I have last written? It has been unbearable.
To speak freely without a cause for worry or trouble.
Take me home.
I am nothing more but a bundle of cries, screams and tears.
No prose nor words will release my lost-in-thought and tightly packed, cubed, squared, diced, compressed anger and frustration.
Write it all out! Without lines to guide you!
You may scrawl, you may go under and above those accusing black lines and dots.
Out of the box
and out of time and space.
Erratic and irregular and spacious and like vine climbers and things climb to the top and reach for sunlight.