What have you done to me
I demand an explanation
What have you done to me

I am here having a heart attack
over the smallest of minutiae
like an entire story clumped as a comma

I am no longer alone
in the living room of my head
thoughts of you pack themselves to the ceiling
and spread themselves from wall to wall

I am watching a video loop itself
over and over again as though
practicing how to write a name
on the curvature of my ribcage

I don’t want to be horrible
but it was a video of you

That reminds me
a friend once asked me
what the secret to my writing was
and warned me, for some reason, that
becoming happy would stymie the stream
and block it off entirely
like a clot in a vein
like joy would become fatal

Frankly, I didn’t like her poetry that much
It was alright, all things considered
But not something I’d read a book of
So I wonder if she was speaking
from personal experience
or she was merely trying to be ominous
like a witch from a Shakespearean play
who’s wandered her way into Wilde

I will gather all my things
sweep clean the dusty desk where I write
and go back, again and again
and start over anew
and find the hidden waterfall
tucked away amongst the leaves of an overgrown jungle
where the sunlight hits the water just right
and there are birds, always, chirping somewhere

for now
I will partake
(allow myself)
in this feast of sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet
sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.