Elucidating Questions

I’m almost at 2500 poems

Should I do something?

Throw a party?

In honour of 2500 poems I’ll write 500 more poems?

Eventually

Though I would probably have to write more

It lost its meaning

Not really fighting for anything anymore

And I’m much more content to be alone

Don’t have to put myself into writing to feel alive

Not that I feel much more alive, no

But I’m still trying and it’s harder than it was when I was there

And now I’m here

What a different place to be

I wonder how much time it would take to read it all?

I wonder how much of it has meanings lost to insanity of days long gone?

Well, it’s premature, but we all know I’d miss it anyways I’ve missed every milestone thus far

If you’re still reading, thank you

If you’re new, don’t read too much it’s not good for you

If you hate it, don’t read it

And if you like it I’m touched

What a weird life this has been