the wrong side of the bed
Sunday, September 09, 2007
i wandered lonely as a cloud
i am recycling old notebooks, but going through all of them first to save blank pages. i found the little diary in which i wrote poetry in high school. (i was depressed! cut me some slack! at least i don't do it anymore.) i am getting rid of it and wonder why i kept it so long. also going away are notebooks from both undergrad and grad school. it would seem that i am a pack rat.
I don't see anything wrong with poetry writing?
you haven't read my poems.