I Doubt It

I got up this morning not feeling it again. My hands were trembling, and I had the most anxious dream I’ve had in weeks. So I just lied there unmotivated to do anything. But while I was there I did write two pieces of poetry and thought of nearly a paragraph of a new story. Needless to say, the poetry was written down but unfortunately the story was lost. So your left with what your reading now…sorry. But it was beautiful and hopefully I’ll think of it again, but I doubt it.

Dealing with another morning of clouds, my activity bar tells me we are in for off and on showers today. Which is fine with me because apparently the apartment management forgot the pay the lawn service again. So I’m left looking out the windows at a nice hayfield. But I’ll try not to digress any farther after my last few posts about things that are upsetting me. But after a whole day of purging my sins, I had a rough night of sleep and a sore back.

At the moment I am feeling a bit better, I assume the drugs are kicking in. So while there’s not much to see outside, at least my cynism is turned up to high. But seriously when I get into a funk like I am at the moment. It’s nice to know that within the inner workings of my heart, there’s still room to create and express my true emotions. So while my bride is blaring the TV as loud as it can get, I’m seriously considering the price of sound proofing. But despite the obstacles, I’m doing my best to allow myself to be as creative as I possibly can. But I doubt it.