I guess I can just go back to fishing.
Sometimes I look around and everything makes sense, somebody has already organized my shelves and labeled my thoughts.
Today I don’t know.
Yesterday nothing made sense. Tomorrow is so stormy.
I love facts, he said. I love stories, they said.
I dreamed that once and it was so real, when I woke up I never figured out where I was. Today I still don’t know.
Inspired by Peter, John 21:3f
About Me
- Ajax
- I forget most of what I read, I know little about poetry and I cannot comprehend history chronologically. I have felt many things; I have loved and loathed and regretted and anticipated, I've been content and unsatisfied and I'm curious. I thank the authors who pass(ed) along their impressions, I practice recalling the lessons I've learned using words and sometimes find it much more difficult than I anticipated. I am not an aspiring writer or poet or blogger. I write to cement my impressions. And sometimes I delete them.
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