I hate when the things I’m writing overwhelm me. I always cry when they do, which is embarrassing when I’m at work, or walking down the road, or wherever I am when I get slammed by it. Because my mind is ALWAYS active, and I have no choice about what circle I’m caught in.
There is a level of dispair happening for me right now that I can’t seem to get away from. I’m hoping that getting those poems that are currently tangled up written out will help. I have a certain reluctance to share one of them, for fear of making a bad situation worse. But since I am fairly unclear about what the situation really is, I may just decide fuck it.
And if what I think is true, it doesn’t even matter. But I’m finding myself reluctant to really embrace that notion.
The creative side of Melissa
