Apr 8, 2014
I tried very hard to remember the poem I wrote last night. I could remember it all pretty well, except for the last line. I couldn't even think of the main idea of it. I couldn't fathom how I concluded it, almost as if I had written nothing else. And yet I remembered, four lines. What was number four. So I'll publish it again, tonight, altered, because I can't seem to recapture what was lost.
I've lost writing before. I've learned to cope. It's okay...