With implied state
Are the worst
That’s what’s gripped me the last year and a half
It stopped being fun
There was no relief in writing about anything
Because the state would remain ‘imperfect’
Regardless of what I did in-between
And now I feel self-conscious again
People reading what I write
Certain people whom I’d rather they not read
And I don’t want them thinking I’m ok or not ok
Or have any kind of opinions
But the genie is out of the bottle now
Pandora’s box is opened
The worms are a-wriggling
And it’s maggots all the way down.
Rather than focusing on whom I don’t want reading it, I should focus again on whom I do want reading it, whom did read it and whom benefitted from it— the community of people I do want to associate with.
‘Whom’ is like another pandora’s box— once you’re aware of its usefulness it’s hard to go back, even if sometimes it makes you wince to type it.