observation is often obligatory
Its strange
how much longerit takes to record a thoughtthan it takes to think itandhow much shorterit takes to pour a drinkthan to drink it
Sneaking glances,
stealing touches,we’re on different pagesof different booksbut somehowthese chaptersi n t e r t w i n e . You and I are something.
There is not much beauty
The desire to leave a mark,
some sort of lasting impression,drives the handto the pento the page.But what canthe frantic scribblesof a worn-downindividualactually doamidst theswirling fluxof the cosmos?We all want to be remembered, but is it worth the effort?
it’s been eleven years
and I still haven’t writtenthat poemabout yousleepingin an old wooden chair maybe tomorrow…
Feel the determination crumble
and dissipate like a dried leaf, kicked about in the cold autumn breeze. Set a fire, and inhale the smoke to supplement a sense of self. Down a glass, to put you to bed, as the seasons change, so must your priorities, your sense of comfort, your sources of energy. Now put the pen down […]
No time for
This is a free-write
I’m supposed to be writing about…Jonathon? Gay(I think that’s his first name)And the honour of denyingauthority of the author (he was a satirist)publishers, politics, etc.an interesting concept,but this class bores meI’ll probably continue to dreamabout soupinstead of “The Art of Walking”
I’m bored
a am bored I don’t want to be here I wonder if my professor thinks I’m taking notes I can’t wait to drive home the drive will be nice in the dark it’s relaxing amidst the huge motor vehicles careening towards each other at speeds that can easily kill but don’t think about how one […]
