03/27/18, 6:31pm

sometimes

when I want to write poetry

when I feel like I should be able to write poetry

I can’t

and in a way, that’s analogous to saying:

sometimes I don’t feel things when I think I should

and I wonder if it’s the alcohol or the good day or the good people, or

maybe this is what it’s like to feel happy? maybe this is it, this feeling of

fine, just fine, no really, just so dandy, just

nothing; to be honest, it feels like nothing in the best way possible

I guess

so

I’m not as ecstatic as I thought I would be

but though I don’t particularly like this, really I do like it because I don’t dislike it

this is what it’s like, to not dislike a day, a feeling, but even so

it can’t last, this stableness — don’t expect it to last it only makes the next time worse

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Published by unknownandanonymous

A journal written for me, by me. Bonus points for me if other people like reading it.

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