Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Bad Day, Bad Time

Another hard night.  Time to take my meds that make me sleep.  Brush away the tears.  Make up a story about hope and happy endings.  Slip into sleep.  Try to rest.  Tomorrow, we begin again.  Same struggles.  Same fears.  Same hurts.  A new day. "A bad day, a bad time.  State of mind most important for work.  A blithe, itchy state.  Where the poem itself, the story itself, is supreme."

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