Man. . . I just wrote a little freshman essay about my day. The writing was bland. Then I threw in some of the darkness of my being, just to add a little flavor, but the two ingredients didn't blend so well, so I tossed the whole thing as inedible.
In truth, neither of them were any good, blended or on their own.
I've just had a little revelation recently that has set me back on my heels a little. It is going to take a bit of time to get over, I think. Meanwhile, I'm a boat that lost its anchor, adrift without sails, carried by the currents, tossed by the wind and the sea.
That's sone pretty shitty writing, but that is all I got. My mind is a riot of nothingness, streets peopled with ghosts and specters looting stores devoid of merchandise.
Christ. Really? That's what I have?
I'll need to give it a rest for today. No one need be subjected to this inane patter.
And so. . . .
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