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20 months ago
i used to attend a poetry reading every friday night. i just stopped going. can’t even pretend to have a reason for it, it just came to an abrupt hault. but i now realize how much i miss it, how much i needed it to inspire me and keep me motivated. sometimes i sit around feeling bad for myself because i can’t find more like minds to spend time with, but now i’m fully aware that it’s my own damn fault. i cut myself off from a good thing, but next friday i am going to reconnect.
