1/4/13 8:48pm -1/9/13 5:28pm
it was just handed to me
there are times like these where
i feel very sad.
sad because writing is the only thing
that makes me happy.
sad because it can be the last thing i
want to do too.
but i get to write, i don’t have to write.
i should only do what makes me happy
and when what makes me happy does not,
stop.
i can not reduce my words to anymore
than they already are.
it’s funny that an action that i claim
to love gives me the fullest enjoyment
upon finishing.
when the most basic acts i enjoy: sex,
eating, sleeping, all are spent hoping
the time during will pass slowly.