Venting really, but I’m not happy with the poem yet, some tweaking to do

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[watches you silently]

A moment in the life of Curt

Repetitive patterns of emotional disturbance…

I deliberately stepped out of life once, not too long ago. And then… for some reason, when I thought I was stepping back into it, my heart wide open for the oncoming world… I realised I wasnt… I stepped back further, life by proxy, through the firewall of soul protecting cynicism, cleaned up by the anti-cynicism firewall…. But where do I stand? Do I take a step forward? Back into the world of protected, walled in me? Or two steps and get slaughtered?

[smiles] go where you’re comfortable doofah, and stop trying to be all things to all men (and women!). Looking for my niche… has anyone seen it?

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Rant… [nods] what else can I say?

For sam hehe, she wanted a poem about choccy