November

I didn’t write last month. not a single day of creativity. I’ve tried to focus and string together some sense out of the thoughts when they drift through. perhaps I’m jinxing myself. it’s a little disheartening when the escape doesn’t work out. uninspired and still lost. somedays I wish I made different choices. why did I decide to take this oath? I wish more sense could be made of the mind with which I live. <<