I haven’t written anything significant in almost a month. The effects are pretty drastic: I’ve fallen into a funk. I’m weepy and tired all the time.
No. No. I’m not going back down that road. I spent years on that lost highway.
I’m going to try to pump out a lot of poetry this month in honor of National Poetry Month. It may not be my best work, but it will be a good effort. That’s what matters.
Word of advice: please don’t neglect the things you love for the sake of money or approval from others.
Ancien Hippie 