Just let it go you shambles, brambles in hair and rambles on tree. An old carved love
heart from some old dear can also bring a tear. Nostalgic wish washy feelings come
strong like a tidal wave over me when I think of those by gone days. Heat waves in a
daytime daze. Just the idea of flesh on a knife with sawdust curls rather than blood
stained pearls however would be preferable.
Just let it go. I feel as if the warm feeling in that place where anxiety lays is from
nostalgia and the anxiety that ruthlessly replaces the warmth comes from a feeling of
“missing out!” I’ve never gone without though but maybe that’s the point? I need
More warmth, more force, more migration, more knowledge, friends, revenge, less
pain, less drain, more Lain, more! And breathe… No war, no torn down doors, no
slap on the chin and shot on the floor, no more giving to the rich what was taken from
the poor. No more laughing at those who have different flaws. No more pretending
those shores are yours! Just let it go.
Lain Kieran Sheehan