My life
12/27/2008 05:04 a.m.
has taken an unsuspected turn for the worse. Poetry is incidental at this point. I will be evicted at the end of the month in NYC and it is not as easy as one would think to be homeless in NYC. I've uprouted my life because I lost my life. I lost a child, two parents and my sense of self in the span of two months and one day. I am the true example of what it means to not take care of yourself. My life was always about everyone else and now that it is only about me... I fail to care. I haven't written in so long even as my experience related to what I have to say has grown by leaps and bounds. I will fall silent and as a result, my poetry will fade away. I've never considered myself a poet, instead, I write plays. Conversation only as I will it to be. I know that there is something I have to say but there is not much that I think the majority, minority or the obscure is willing to hear. The only hope that remains is the hope that there is some mark I'm left to make on the world and that it will happen because it is meant to be heard.
I am currently Indifferent
I am listening to Joshua Kobak