always bare

i no longer believe in marriage.
on a romantic scale, it's lovely.
in reality, it's crap.

discuss.

b

breathe

i can't breathe.
something is wrong with me and i can't figure it out.
i need to make a dr. appointment.

b

writing clears the mind

at least, it clears mine. the things i put on the page... it's like i've given them to God, and I don't have to worry about them anymore.

so i've put two pages of catching up in my journal.

i went to a slam poetry event last night and started writing the frames of several new poems. they're mostly about my ex, but i'm looking at them as a kind of therapy. i've held alot in for a while, creatively and emotionally, and it's time for me to start healing.

gawking over good looking guys is not healing.

doing stupid stuff to numb the pain is not healing.

it's time to heal, and as it turns out, i've alot to say.

Dear Ritah

They leave... because we want them to stay.

b

I no longer write.