writing for aeons and aeons
just to find a concept i’d
never attempted
to understand
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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 29, 2025
the sharp pain behind my knee
reminding me that my body is fallible
in the most silly of ways
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
August 27, 2025
Annee
and Jini
and Lynnette
and Jane
each of you raised me
in your own way
and i still ache for you
every
single
day
August 26, 2025
but i wish i had a wish
that could come true
and i’d be
satisfied
August 25, 2025
i’m hitting a wall
with mood and motivation
where, when one interest finally finds investment from me,
all the others
fall
[and i think i may need them
all
to be truly happy]