Elucidating Questions

It got to right around now when I realised I hadn’t posted what I wrote earlier

Trying to remember if I did write something or not

I’ve been busy messing around with things

And putting on nails and then taking them off again

Which is, essentially to say, not busy

Just puttering

There are children screaming in the night

And I’m trying to decide if someone has set up a haunted house a month early

Perhaps

Sometimes things happen which make things happening on an exact date unlikely

Or impossible

But you still want the memories

Perhaps someone among them doesn’t need to know it’s not Hallowe’en today

Nor that the veil only begins to thin

Of course I’m already seeing every manner of thing out of the corner of my eye

Not quite there

But it’s freaking me out unless I look directly at it

Feeling the seasons change

The fucking way my body feels like I’m using some terrible loaner and my real one, which is still broken but not as bad as this, is resting on a beach somewhere

Fucking thing

How am I supposed to speak nicely to my torture chamber?

Oh, yes, good, laughter

From someone who is faking a laugh because she knows the man who is currently playing stupid games with her isn’t being faithful

Someone who I really admire and really wish the best for because, girl, you don’t deserve this shit

He’s using you to help raise his kid while seeing someone else?

No

It’ll be sad to see her go

Another could have been if not for the circumstances relationship

There I wrote some stuff

My stupid self imposed responsibility to pour ink into the web has been fulfilled

Create until when now?

Such a shame to drop it

Such a chore when there’s nothing happening

And no one to write about