A Journal of Sorts
may I have your attention please? neglecting you neglecting me who notices who sees who calls who cares who matters who shares coming back from being nowhere (anywhere away from here) when I'm here I know I'm somewhere (and at least I know I care) so maybe I got into whining too much or maybe I just dropped out of touch or maybe I just got tired of being ignored I've got wounds that are not healing maybe my soul permanently scored wraithing with the moon?... or maybe I am just neglecting myself too much even as I may appear to be indulging myself too much and maybe I'm just too focused on judging what I'm doing instead of focused on doing it well... ain't logic some kind of weirded out hell? J ok, so I am out of touch... self-scorned... an absent gardener... treading... sans-self... I haven't read or written an email in a few weeks, at least... and in the past month I've only written two journal entries and didn't update lifetimes or worklife at all... and I doubt I'll have time to fill in the blanks much, if at all... it's not as if anybody is noticing (my myria of fans must be on Spring Break or something {were you all in my mind all along?} since all has grown silent in the journal mailbox... may I have your attention please?)... just pretend I deserve it if you care (right to smile, s'il tu plait?) J |
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