although seriously, this may be the end of the line for me.
i have lost the freedom to write as i wish, so there's not much point.
give me a few days.
maybe the sun will shine again.
or my muse will come slinking back, tail between her legs, ready to dazzle me.
i feel empty and heavy--how is that possible?
maybe it's the back lash of another overwhelming full moon,
or the gutteral combination of sunburn, too little sleep and dried tears.
so apparently i taunted the lesser gods again, flaunted my happiness.
it never fails to kick me in the face.
have a beer for me, tell a joke.
i will drop the dramatics soon.
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