There is a very thick fog stretching across the sky of New York City. I am working on the 37th floor of a building and when I look outside the window, I see nothing. Wouldn’t it be nice to sleep on a cloud, if a cloud was made of marshmallows? I don’t like marshmallows but I would imagine they would be soft and cuddly.
It is Friday. The weekend is just too fast. By the time I get home tonight, its already tomorrow and then the next day is already Sunday. Why can’t we have 4 ten hour days and 3 days off. I don’t think that’s unreasonable but it won’t happen here in the States. It is what it is, it was and will be. I suppose.
Do you ever ask yourself, why didn’t I think of that? I have all these ideas and they don’t seem to attract anyone. How will I get people to read my blog, understand my poetry and appreciate my effort to try to appeal to the masses? I don’t need acceptance but I would like to inspire someone as I have been inspired. For example, 999rooms.org inspired me to sign up for wordpress.com because that site produced a great concept for writing about 999 rooms. Why didn’t I think of that? Simplistic yet so clever. I hope with writing blogs a good idea will come to me. An original idea.
I think I may have an idea. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I will let it marinate.
I sing in the car. Really loud. I love to sing and dance. Always would sing and dance at BBQs and block parties. I was never shy about showing off. Not your typical emo writer although my poems are pretty dark.