Ive decided during the grogginess of sleep deprivation of the past three days, Im not writing poems anymore. Ive begun writing something without rhymes or short stopping, and its become quite more gracious than finding an opening and closing that a poem always has, or at least the ending. So every poem Ive started and stopped halfway through will have to continue to be unfinished because Im not finishing them for a while. Im beginning to write the first rough draft for my first novel, with the cheesy title of In the Air That Roams Around Us, Love Flies Through. Im sure Ill change the title as I keep writing, but thats the title for now. Ill probably lose all sleep and almost all contact with people (unless they actually mean something, or make an attempt of conversing with me), so dont wait up. Ive decided to write about love lost and found, because Im not going to be able to sleep or think clearly without writing this. Its more or less something I have to write, not want to. So if I ignore your messages on Facebook, or if I cease to make plans, or just not answer any phone calls or text messages, its not you. Its me and Im going to apologize in advance for being selfish enough not to be willing to talk to you or hang our with you. Sorry. Not sorry.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 10:06:03 +0000