Sweeping emotions coursing through me, tense obligations won’t let me rest. Tiredness aches within my head, my neck and shoulders and creeps down my back. I am exhausted. Nothing coffee can cure. One day, by another, passes and I am grateful yet angry that I am closer to one thing and farther from another. My coincidental life has brought me here today, where I suppose I should be but today, I am exhausted… and it is only 7 am.
My Favorite Poem
Since feeling is first,
who pays any attention to the syntax of things,
will never wholly kiss you,
wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world...
for life is not a paragraph,
and death, I think, is no parenthesis.E.E. Cummings
Things I write about
Wine Angel 