finding thinking tricky. I go for walks to help. there’s lots to see.
schoolwork has nearly finished. it will be summer break in no time, meaning anniversaries and birthdays and another year older. I’m never quite ready for this time.
the rain is very soft tonight. my pillow is against the window, so I hear the gentle sounds and sometimes my thoughts are calm. I forget about what worries me, the things that make me mad, everything I wish I could change in my funny little life.
I haven’t written a poem in two months. sometimes I worry that I might have lost the capacity to be creative. it’s not a nice thought, and I lack any evidence to suggest otherwise. I’m trying to source inspiration, I know creating helps - it always has. sometimes it feels pathetic. I’ll wake tomorrow and greet the day without expectation, however hopeful for peace and purpose. <<
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