Fred Aiken Writing

February 4, 2024

traveling the edge of a head//internal spaces

i made a list of all the places i wanted to visit in my life,
but i wouldn’t know where to start
because i’m always getting lost in my head,
so traveling seems out of the question

February 3, 2024

sad music

sometimes i forget to listen to music on any given day,
and those days are particularly sad,
but no one else recognizes that sadness existing within that day,
because a rhythm keeps pushing the current forward
as the tide glides into the shore caressingly

February 2, 2024

to read greatness is perhaps not the same as being great//that’s okay, i guess

i live with a constant sense of guilt
that what i’m writing might not be all that great,
but then i remember i don’t aspire for greatness,
and sit back down to read some more murakami