I'm a bit rusty at the moment, and to be honest, really wasn't trying to write well; just free-flow. Also, this all took place on an empty sheet of scrap paper, typed across the top with "This page is being printed to RESET the printer. Please recycle it." So I am.
Where Am I?
- Studio in PHX
- Depressed
- Boring job
- 2 awesome kitties
- tight budget
- malcontent
- Sad & Confused
FREE-FLOW
Feeling twisted and torn,
feeling so old and worn.
lovesick sounds so cliche
I know... and yet...
why can't I just follow my head?
It speaks such good reason.
A heart causes trouble and hurt
A head - so much cooler.
Classic struggle, twixt the two.
thought I'd never had to deal with that.
Now I'm 26 and all alone,
because my head says yes but my heart is torn.
Thought I was through with poetry...
true, this doesn't really count.
I hate not knowing what to do...
hate knowing, yet not wanting to do it....
Am I throwing good away?
STORY BITE:
Nada. Too mixed up with other things. That should not be an excuse, I realize.
"END OF PAGE"
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