if there ever was a day to write poetry, yesterday was it. my lack of motivation intertwined with my heightened senses had me writing poetry in my head all day...

but i didn't write anything down, because all i could do was just lay around, it seems that my constant moving (literally) my dad moved into a new house this weekend and i had to be there to watch it...

plus the fact that there are 6 more weeks of classes counting this one, i'll be in seattle on friday and i'm still not sure i'll get out of this semester in one piece forced my brain to write poems yesterday instead of finishing homework...

but how do you finish something you can't seem to get started?

poems are harder to write when they ain't about love.

i just feel tired, worn, like my brain is completely blocked...

my brain is rebelling...which is why some people drop out in their last semester. it won't be me, but at least now i can completely understand how and why that would happen...

happy belated halloween...

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