if I knew... I would be better off....
So, last night... Fat Tuesday... Marti Gras around the world... but for me, all that mattered was the French House on Muskingum College campus.
A fun time... Good food, good people, not "terrible" music... One very boisterous French girl, who could really dance... But the whole night I continued my self torture by concentrating on the fair Anne... Why I put myself through this I may never know. I realize that we have reached the pinnacle of what our relationship will become (at least for the foreseeable future)But still I dwell on the unknown, the what if, the maybe I should try one more time... All so draining... So frustrating... So damn hard to ignore...
oh well, it is this that all poetry is borne from...
so now, I write
A fun time... Good food, good people, not "terrible" music... One very boisterous French girl, who could really dance... But the whole night I continued my self torture by concentrating on the fair Anne... Why I put myself through this I may never know. I realize that we have reached the pinnacle of what our relationship will become (at least for the foreseeable future)But still I dwell on the unknown, the what if, the maybe I should try one more time... All so draining... So frustrating... So damn hard to ignore...
oh well, it is this that all poetry is borne from...
so now, I write