And in the distance
a marching band
played
And goals were
scored
And a queen was
crowned
And they all went home
happy.
Close the window
Coming to another end, and I’ve done nothing. Or at least it feels like nothing.
But, there are plans and we’ll see if they come to fruition because I (you, we) am getting tired of the current. Something’s gotta change, so we’re trying.
We’ve got this…maybe…hopefully.
Yes.
Say Cheese
I used to carry a camera with me. All of the time. In my bag, just waiting to take a photo. I used to take so many photos…of everything and nothing in particular. I should go places again with my little camera.
Depression is fucking liar.
Blackboard
I carry a little notebook with me wherever I go to jot…
No, that’s not right.
I carry a little notebook with me wherever I go, but I don’t jot. It’s mostly for shopping lists. The same one on every (other) page, depending on the store.
I used to carry a little notebook with me wherever I went to jot. Jot thoughts, jot poems, jot things I saw & didn’t want to forget. Jot numbers of people I was never going to call.
I need to again. Jot. Maybe the fog will lift.
Clearly now the…never mind
I can see the blue skies through the window
and I’m stuck inside.
I can see the sun
shining on everything
and I’m stuck inside.
The rain is supposed to roll in later… and
I’ll be stuck inside.
Not the office…
2:22 PM, I’m ready to go “home”. Already here working. Violating the sanctity of my art room/”office”. 2:23 PM and still ready to go “home”. 1½ hours until the weekend. Then I can really get down to nothing.