10:36pm. My alarm will go off in 4hrs before I start another work day. I look forward to making today another yesterday. Today was a really bad day.
I thought about "it" every single second after I left work. I wanted to write a poem about "it" but I've reached my quota on scorned poems for now. I created distractions to avoid thinking about "it" so that I could just go to sleep and avoid the tears and regrets. But then I remember that I have responsibilities.
I have homework. I have to bathe my kid. I have to make more CDs. I have to write a new poem for an event. I can't do this. I only want to write about what's bothering me right now..."it". I allowed this to manifest and root itself and now I don't have the strength or desire to dig it up and throw it out. I knew I should've put my pen down when I said I was!
I need to write a poem about friends; but I'm not feeling very friendly though. And then I remember her...Cam...I want to write for her. I will write for Cam. "The mind is stronger than my body. God is stronger than my mind. "
We never even said hello...
10:53pm...
