Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I'll be home in a week. I wish I had poems or something to post, because I feel like I am posting the same thing over and over again, but I have nothing to write a poem about. My day was average, my mood indifferent, the sky gray. I am just trying to get through the next six days, but really nothing is so bad except that life lacks excitement and when it has excitement I wonder whether it's the wrong kind of excitement. There are some moments that are just right and I need a right moment. I have a hankering to watch John Hughes films for hours. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am stuck in adolescence. Let's play spin the bottle and listen to bad pop music and talk about the boys that we think are cute.

1 comment:

Colin Welch said...

Poetry needs material...so if nothing is happening, then there's no poetry.

Or, stuff is happening, but you're focusing on home, where you aren't, so you're ignoring what's going on there, where you are.

I like that you want to come home, but ... think of the poetry! =P