The Edge of the World

Life keeps taking these unexpected turns, making it harder for me to write in my journal these days.  The poem project is going fairly well; so far I have about a month’s worth of poems up, one per day.  I’m trying to write at least a few per day so I have a backlog of poems ready in case I want to take a break, or go on a vacation, something, anything.  I didn’t think I’d ever be writing poems again, but you know, it’s better than nothing.  I’m just glad to have an outlet.  What I do need, however, is exposure.  It’d be nice to have a few inbound links from other people — if you’ve got any websites or leverage, that’d be pretty good.  Or even better yet, encouragement, or pinging anybody you do know who’s into this kind of stuff.

1000 Constellations.

To be honest, I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing, or why.  I am reaching for a thing I’m not even sure is there.  A chance at a life I want, however slim and stupid this life may be.  But it takes a lot of work and a lot more heartbreak to get there.  And even when you get there, things don’t always taste so sweet.

I wish I could tell you what was in my heart right now, but I can’t, not until this tide washes over me, and you, and everyone else.  We just have to keep clinging onto each other for dear life the water comes to try and tear us all apart.

Asphodel — Thank you for the good words.  I’ll try to keep afloat and devote a bit more time to this flimsy journal of mine.

Filed by D.H. Lee at 3:50 pm under The Border
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