Plagued

Damn those last four lines, Eerie... they're a lethal knockout.... and I feel them to my bones
(unfortunately, I guess for us both...)
Just an outstanding spill.
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-B



-love your song choice, too.

Thanks so much, Blue. My brain is a tired honey.

I hear you. I often don't say much under your writes. They're so raw, I feel like giving an analysis would be obtuse. I appreciate you.

Raw or not, I would always welcome an analysis or critique. It is always a pleasure to hear from you, my friend :)

Skip religion

Go with bourbon

Raw

Like

Vodka is my poison.

xx

This Is you transforming from E to Eerie, this is to tight Boo. Hahaha etch that thing in stone

Heh. Better left as words on a paper (or screen, as it were). Thanks, Me.

Dear E,

It feels like a plague to be plagued with these feelings. And no gd playbook to get the step by step answers. How to rest when the mind is in tizzy has always eluded me. I wish I had the solutions to share. I can, however, say how much I appreciate this piece and its straight forward understandable. Your writing comes from a bedrock of truth that resonates to and for anyone. An amazing gift, wish I had it. H🌷

Feelings can certainly be a plague sometimes, especially if you wear them on a sleeve for any ole person to snot on. Thanks, H.

So the universe must be talking to us. I was thinking of Florence + The Machine's Dog Days Are Over earlier today.

That third stanza is pretty scary, at how much one can really ignore everything else before realizing how deep they've gone.

Though provoking piece. Well done.

I love Florence Welch. Her albums have been in heavy rotation as of late. (Been listening to a lot of Grimes and Santigold lately as well).

Stanza three...yeah I’ve mastered ignoring things. Sometime it’s good and sometimes it’s not.
Thanks, Wally.

very nice poem.
"... Void-like?..." ... I love that.
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Thank you very much, Marks.

You're welcome, Eerie.
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