puppies
and cats
and kips
and me
and this house
already filled with memories
and at least one ghost
from the ’90’s
and spooky music
all year long
and that’s what makes a family
puppies
and cats
and kips
and me
and this house
already filled with memories
and at least one ghost
from the ’90’s
and spooky music
all year long
and that’s what makes a family
i suppose
a resolution
for this distraction
of über depression
would be a stronger distraction
than it
but what
but what
but what
could be stronger
than my stupid brain chemistry…?
windy mornings
cold cold ears
hood up
take a step
embrace the autumn
{spooky season approaches}
am i
getting back to
the regular?
am i
in a state
of consistency
again?
or do i still have
a crazy crazy week
ahead of me?
after a few days
of none morning pages
perhaps today will be a day
of one morning pages
where did these sads come from?
why do they appear
in the midst of what should be
a happy time?
how are they somehow
related
to that happy time?
like i can’t let myself
get swept up in the moment —
i need to remind myself
in every moment
of joy
that despair
and tragedy
exists.
like if i let go
of the depression
that runs everything,
the glue that holds my whole being
together
will loosen
and split
and i’ll fall
apart;
and i just want
to be
myself
[someday]
[someday]
sometimes
you just have to write
some nonsense
before the words
start to
make some sense
in your body
(in your brain)
maybe
i just need food
maybe
i just need water
maybe
i just need a nap
maybe
i just need a break
maybe
i just need to accomplish
all the things i have
on my forever to-do lists
before i can feel
accomplished
in life
and maybe
that’s impossible,
but still i’ll
probably
try
forlorn
desolate
why can’t i be honest?
why can i never
update
realistically?
why am i so scared of being
me?
it certainly is
a rainy day
tho the rain is not pouring
the vibes
are grey
and cozy inside