I don't want to get all sappy, but this morning - my oh my, the sky was ablaze with "hello, autumn" colors. it's almost summer's last hurrah, she's got to go out with a bang. Or maybe, I just felt good, for once in my life, and the vivid pinks were even more so. But probably not. This morning was so good I wanted to dance in the street while drinking copious amounts of wine and celebrating for health. This, however, was fleeting. about an hour ago, I felt completely depleted of energies.
This sickness better get the hell on it's way or I'm going to go insanely crazy and probably fall down flights of stairs on purpose. don't make me do that, universe. you know? god. also, in the throes of sickness, i think i accidentally prayed. how weird. haven't done that for a while. that's a crazy habit to die, except, part of me thinks just verbalizing something makes me feel better. Just ask my friends who put up with my talking talking talking.
i want to do something big.
maybe after banned books week this year (09/24-10/01) I'll compile a list and read them all. or at least, a good percentage of them.
also, can you even believe i haven't written a poem in about a decade? Wait, that's not true. BUT it has been over a month. GOD.
I'm writing a poem tonight.
and maybe soon i'll declare A POEM A DAY in a month that is NOT April. SHIT is getting crazy.