free-dumb

Ladies and gentlemen... I have given up this lost cause. I, as a writer, have surrendered to the oft-periodic lull in my creativity. The juices have dried up and the flesh is corroding. I have nothing to write on. I have no muse. I empathize with the out-of-work-populus. I am objectively subjectless and my writing has become subjectively objectless.
Let me analyse my subjects.
My favorite subject was me. perversely obsessed with my ownself. obsession bordering on addiction. not anymore. i guess this is the withdrawals.
however i put my thoughts into this text. my memory mapped in this grid of words.
i feel like that old clapton song. I feel free.
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, theres no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes dont see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

my street is my mind. i walk it alone. and in a strangely liberating way. today. i feel free. i dont know if this feeling is evanescent. fleeting. but its true. today.in this moment i feel liberated. i forgive the 'pavements are one huge crowd.'
My eyes dont see them. i am oblivious to their to effects on me. i forgive them.
i feel like god himself. i embrace them. today. this moment. they have no influence on me.
forgive.never forget. this day. like all of them.
i forgive my foes.
i forgive my teachers.
i forgive my friends.
i forgive her.
i forgive god.
i ask for their forgiveness.
your life is a function of your mind.
i feel free.
catch me if you can.