Quite a dreary day today. I feel rather sickly and slow... Hmmmm... I might write but I don't know if I can muster the inspiration. I was able to write a few good poems last night, and that made me feel good, but I have a feeling that today is not quite the day to start my new project. I did get a bit of inspiration last night though, so perhaps something will come of it.
"Towards sickly down a turn my tired eyes/ alone I cry for this my morning tomb/ forgive the last of nights spare and callous thoughts/ I wish the sky would bring a bit of sleep"
"Towards sickly down a turn my tired eyes/ alone I cry for this my morning tomb/ forgive the last of nights spare and callous thoughts/ I wish the sky would bring a bit of sleep"