Monday, August 16, 2010

JUST TALKING

If I do nothing else with my night, I'm going to post to this goddam blog. Not sure how to go on like this. I feel like I'm at the end of the road. I know. I know. I'm young. But I feel. But I feel. I receive no inspiration, no glee from what I'm doing here. In NY. On Earth. I feel like I've cultivated a personality that I'm not proud of. I've lost whatever creative edge I feel I've ever had. I've lost all drive. All interest. In working. In doing. In being. Every step I imagine taking seems to me beyond my grasp. I know. Don't worry. Don't worry. But that advice only causes further worry. What have I become? Where am I headed? I'm a deadbeat hack without the bootstraps to help.
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2 comments:

  1. SaraAugust 22, 2010 at 7:38 PM

    :: Can I be sad and cliche without meaning to be sad and cliche? Can I just say that I know how you feel? At times. At times I know how you feel.

    But what is there to do about it? Hm?

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  2. Steven PineAugust 24, 2010 at 11:41 AM

    http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=239434

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