Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, whether work wise or journal wise, as you all can attest to. I’m at home right now with Six Feet Under on next to me, but I’m typing away. I was to start and go writing tonight, but I opted to stay home and watch some episodes. I was supposed to write tongiht, and continue on incorporating my two plays into one. I was to write tonight. So here I am tonight, writing.

I really don’t have much to write about, so I think I’ll share a little something that I think I wrote.

Here’s a funny story. A couple of months ago, while going through some files on my computer, I came across this poem. Now here’s the funny thing, I don’t remember writing the poem. I found the poem on my laptop, in my poems folder. It is titled and formatted.

Now, I never format my poems and i rarely ever title my poems. And most of all, I don’t remember writing it. I hesitate to call this poem mine because when I read it, it is actually really good. I don’t write good poems. I write bad poems well, so imagine my surprise when I found this one. I’ve contacted all I knew that wrote poems and asked if the poem was their’s…It wasn’t, so I guess this poem is mine. I will call this poem mine. Here it is.

LOVE IS A DIM AND FADING LIGHT

2004-08-14

There it is. Again, the peom follows the same themes or unrequited love that I usually write about in my poems, but again, I don’t ever remember writing it. But, again, here, I call this poem mine.