grendel_kin

the days and nights are there to entice my wicked childish whims.

i'd gladly throw off all days and nights for a sky clad moonlit swim.


......two lines of a silly poem i wrote in 6th grade. i was rifling through a box or two of old memories, and found this scrawled on a napkin from denny's. it even had chocolate milkshake stains on it. aaaahhhh, the time when my life was full of dance and poetry. now there is only the hustle. a constant and worrying hustle. it was a bad dance and it is a poor way to live a life.

** time lapse.....13 minutes**

my mind wandered. the internal babble is so sad and unsatisfying nowadays. it is not even a deep sadness. no passionate lamenting, just some blanket of complacent sorrow for the trajectory of my life. blah, blah, blah....victim, victim, victim.....this too shall pass.

....boo-hoo. tonight, i bore me.

....but jeepers, i was a good poet at twelve. that poem won awards at the state level....i lost the copies i had, but i'll always have my denny's napkin. no, no they can't take that away from me.

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