[26 May 2021]
I am sinking in a bog, making snow angels.
Thick mud covers my ears, its brown filling my nostrils.
I accept.
Who would pull me out?
Who would complain I'm muddy?
Why deal?
[10 March 2022]
Terrible
in a normal way
that is how
I feel today
couldn't write
couldn't draw
heart's feelin'
mighty raw
imagined spark
conjured care
created feelings
from thin air
knowing better
'course I do
still I sit
feeling blue
I'll survive
that's my life
moving forward
minus wife
even sans romance
this rings true
a life without
a number two
no support
no feedback
no "well done"
no "you're a hack"
so here I sit
addressing the void
anthropomorphic
hemorrhoid
[both from the travel moleskine, put here so they don't show up as new entries]
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