Motivation or Egotism?

Tonight, I’ve spent my time looking over old poems and reading them out loud. There’s no real audience, unless you want to count me reading them for me.

I like hearing the words sounded out, and when I come across a poem I’m particularly fond of I’m often try to read it out loud.

I think a big part of me misses the crowd, the audience. I miss being before a large group of people, reading my shit out loud. There’s a lot to reading poems out loud, in public. I miss feeling prophetic, I miss being the one to dictate the terms and the solutions. I miss being the center of attention.