Yesterday and Today

Hollow
You are what I say you are
you cannot control me
If you are a typewriter
so be it
if you are a messenger
so be it
but I am the one in command
You do not push or pull me
Only I am the master of my fate

There is no magic,
no formulaic answer for when the writing comes.
Either you sit down to write or you convince yourself that the writing will not come because you are no genius.
No
you are no genius.
But the writing will come.
You simply let your fingers move and whatever thoughts you are having-
let them be free
each syllabic movement a flutter of wings
an inch closer to the sun bright skies
and unburdened gliding.
Make no mistake,
the ability is within
but it has no control-
you must bring it to manifestation.
Guide your ship into harbor O' Captain,
you must use your hands to steer
merely thinking of survival does not do the job,
actions are the savior.
Action

Exhausted
victims in a world where everyone is pitiable
breathing is laborious
asleep or awake

out of time