September 2, 2025

feeling disenchanted
with words

my drive to churn out
poetry
or prose
has been quelled by the concept of
more interpretative media

music?
painting?
cake decorating?
what will my next endeavor be?
[and will i still come back to poetry
every morning]

[i mean, i haven’t stopped in literal years,
so probably]

September 1, 2025

things i am looking forward to
as the season changes
from summer to fall:

not needing the a/c units blasting all the time
the smell of brewing pumpkin spice coffee wafting through the house
spooky music for morning pages
spooky things everywhere
the smell of fallen leaves being stepped on
the sound of fallen leaves being stepped on
the lessening of all these mosquitos
and feeling like the crisp wind has forced me
AWAKE
after months of lazy hazy summer days turned to nights turned to days

there is an ephemeral liminalness to autumn
that even though it harkens the coming of my most hated season
i still do love its passing by

August 31, 2025

the pain in my arm
has never harmed me
in the air

this bothersome little
strain
on the tendon
is only ever annoying
when writing
or scrolling
or holding
or driving
it never affects me while flying
which is nice

but

it does make me think that
my bod just wants to be a circus performer
and nothing else
nothing
“normal”
at least

August 30, 2025

i feel at odds
with my own creativity
with my own wants and needs
with my own life as i’m living it
amongst people

everything feels so fallible
so ephemeral
and i suppose it all is
it’s just, there might be some time
before all the skills and abilities
and friends and life
leaves us

so we might as well have fun while we can
[rather than worrying ourselves
into complete stagnancy]

August 28, 2025

interesting
how i’m experiencing a page-turner
of a story
i want to imbibe
that is being created in my mind
but the only way to find
what truly happens
is when i commit
and write

even when i plan ahead of time
i have no idea where this story
is actually going

guess i have to write