You may be surprised,
but creature features are my
I’m okay with this post a day blog turning into a series of haikus.
I love haikus.
I love their immediacy and seeing how much can fit into seventeen syllables.
But, like I do, I’m thinking about starting another blog… again.
I don’t sympathize
with myself when I don’t get
a bit of work done.
I punish myself
with negative thoughts and hate
what I have become.
Moving back in with my parents last week has been incredibly hard to adjust to.
I have barely had a few moments alone besides late at night when everyone is sleeping and therefore haven’t been getting enough good sleep.
Worst thing: I have been paralyzed, feeling like I don’t have a thing to say, feeling like I am failing myself over and over again every day that I don’t reach toward my goals.
It makes me feel crazy.
How can I feel like I have nothing to say?
I have everything to say, I am just scared to say anything; I am just scared of everything.
Just start, just start, just start.
I have no sympathy for myself when the only thing that’s holding me back is me.
Words used to fall so
profusely from these tired hands,
I wish they’d come back.
My post a day plan
involves haiku strategy:
words in place on time.
In only a blink
the day is gone; the world spins
and doesn’t look back