Partly Cloudy Heat Wave

Perhaps the drama that isn’t created is the drama that is needed. The emotional hangover is a blend of a dark roast mentality and the frustration of a boredom undefined.

The heat penetrates an awful lot now. It’s something to see a governor make an official announcement to avoid liability. I wanted people so I covered my moral high ground to affirm a belief that a position of power really matters when no one reads the news anymore.

All this information is a faded description of the unknown wrapped in a riddle. Forcing it out is a sentence without recognition. A vague explanation of a difficulty arriving to an inconvenient truth. This slow torture of sweat rolling down the t-shirt is the constant irritant of ambivolence.

Maybe one day there will be a change. A security of calm taken for granted by a term of endurance. No marathon is joyful without a measure of pain. The healing process already takes too long. Pushing limits is the distraction of accomplishment. Nothing like creating a word salad based on an inner poetry forgotten without intent.

It’s the motivation to get satisfaction. To be reminded of writing forced beyond misery. A stumbling toward the future without regard for the present. All it takes is for one person to be peaceable but that would be too difficult for a mountain of snowflakes falling on rotten ground.

That is the political future.

The old revolution within. Opinions put the pin into conversation but it seems that small…