A Moment's Distraction
I need to write a poem, but I am at least double distracted right now: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 3, 4, and 5 were all the same thing, but they work together so diligently and so subtly that they needed to be counted four times. I would just as soon count them four-hundred and ninety times, but there's no need to go down that path.
My poem! My poem. My poem shall be about broken hearts and healed hearts: the same story I am always trying to tell — if only from different angles. It doesn't have to be a perfect poem, but I want it to be a strong poem. I suppose I should set myself to it here and now that I may make real progress tonight.
Thank you for listening.
Peace out.
1, 3, 4, and 5 were all the same thing, but they work together so diligently and so subtly that they needed to be counted four times. I would just as soon count them four-hundred and ninety times, but there's no need to go down that path.
My poem! My poem. My poem shall be about broken hearts and healed hearts: the same story I am always trying to tell — if only from different angles. It doesn't have to be a perfect poem, but I want it to be a strong poem. I suppose I should set myself to it here and now that I may make real progress tonight.
Thank you for listening.
Peace out.
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