Monday, December 7, 2009

Invitation

I sat down here trying to write some depressing allude to claustrophobic loneliness, or another dreamy allusion to an imaginary affection. But I can't. Not today.

I am simply too happy today to write poetry.

What a simple happiness. Moronic really if I stop to think about it, though I try not to in fear of prematurely depriving myself of this simple bliss

I can't say too much more here or I'll have to begin my posts with "dear diary."
Not gonna happen.

Needless to say its her again. This stupid roller coaster is getting annoying, but i can't say I don't enjoy the ride.

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