you might be tired but i'm not through fanning the flame
the library can be jading,
depending on who decides to sit next to you in the little cubicles.
strange guys with that laugh, that jock laugh.
i'm sorry to stereotype but i have no idea how else to explain it.
by the way, it is done.
[it has been for a while but i needed to say it here.]
he and i were lovely together but it wore out its welcome.
from a memory in the back of my head
[i don't know where specifically]
i see a cartoon wheel, wooden with spokes
and it's running along dirt roads peppered with rocks and potholes,
and the wheel eventually turns to dust.
that's what it was like. it wasn't all at once. it was so eventual.
which i think is what helped me get over it.
i'm glad for it, minus the pain, i'm truly glad.
it's allowed me to branch out a bit more
and get to know a few others.
[and maybe one a bit too much already.]
but i digress.
i'll let this one ferment for a while before i dive in.
i want some new music. really good music that i can fall in love with.
also, i need a new journal.
my [real life] journal ran out of pages.
too bad there's this thing called money that i'm completely devoid of.
... i should just summarize.
through all my self inflicted doubt and owies, i'm okay.
i'm happy.
and i shouldn't forget that as often as i do.