Jan 10, 2009


i'm not sure what's going to happen tomorrow.

and i'm not sure that i've still got poetry running through my veins.
something happened to me that makes those sloppy adjectives and strung out metaphors seem like a thing of days gone past.
like i haven't got it in me anymore.
and the fact that i don't want to squeeze the words out...
makes me realize that maybe i never needed them in the first place.

perhaps poetry was something of a crutch for me?

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