Where I am right now
04 April 2010 02:07 PM Categories: The struggle
I shouldn't have opened an IPA before five p.m.
I can hear a seagull screeching and the patter of rain against the deck, against the grass, against the faded IKEA play tent on its side in the backyard.
Sometimes I want to escape, but I don't know where I would escape to.
I've been wondering if the mailman is angry with me. This is code for something else. Maybe I'll write about it someday.
I've been thinking about turning off the comments in this blog. I'm thinking about starting a new blog. I'm thinking that if I keep on blogging, I'll never write anything of substance.
If I no longer belong to the East Coast and I haven't pledged my allegiance to the West Coast, where do I belong?
My fear of being invisible is coming to fruition.
No one can save me but myself and if I believe otherwise, I am delusional.
Lately I've been thinking that poetry, with its economy of words and strong imagery, would suit me.
And I keep on catching typos in this post, which means I have to make the changes, export the entire blog, and upload it all over again.
Tomorrow will be better, right?
Image: Neighbor cat on the fence.
I can hear a seagull screeching and the patter of rain against the deck, against the grass, against the faded IKEA play tent on its side in the backyard.
Sometimes I want to escape, but I don't know where I would escape to.
I've been wondering if the mailman is angry with me. This is code for something else. Maybe I'll write about it someday.
I've been thinking about turning off the comments in this blog. I'm thinking about starting a new blog. I'm thinking that if I keep on blogging, I'll never write anything of substance.
If I no longer belong to the East Coast and I haven't pledged my allegiance to the West Coast, where do I belong?
My fear of being invisible is coming to fruition.
No one can save me but myself and if I believe otherwise, I am delusional.
Lately I've been thinking that poetry, with its economy of words and strong imagery, would suit me.
And I keep on catching typos in this post, which means I have to make the changes, export the entire blog, and upload it all over again.
Tomorrow will be better, right?
Image: Neighbor cat on the fence.
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