my-ruin's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .:.a night like this.:. I was just talking about poetry with one of the people i work with, one of the older guys - Rich. There are so many elements of his life that are just so - depressing. He uses humor to try and cover it up, but i can tell he's really in pain. He'll be ok for a few weeks and then go crazy for a few. He has all these problems. Like with love. I dunno if hes ever been in love, but alot of his poems are about it and having a hard time with it and not finding it (or her). And then his dad -who is about 80yearsold- is going back into the hospital. Hes pretty sick. Rich knows that his dad is gonna pass away sooner or later. But there is only so much you can prepare yrself for when one of your parents is dying. i have all this emotion locked up in my body. i want to write. but lately i've been hating everything i write. Its all mixed emotion. I dont write happy stuff. Even on my most extatic of days. thought of the day: 1:20 am - 04.30.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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