Perhaps I'll write an entry per semester? That will leave so much time to think in between, assuming I use my time to think.
Lately I feel complex, I have a hard time saying how I feel.
The sentence proves itself.
I wonder if I should not have stopped writing in here, or at least somewhere. It always made me very thoughtful, and I feel as if that was necessary in keeping myself together. Lately I do not know my ups and downs nor could I identify myself from across a crowded room.
I've been facing a hard decision. I am hardly able to face it.
It is hard to decide.
I truthfully have not written very many poems. I wrote several for workshop last semester. I was very disappointed when I looked at them again early this semester. Maybe overly disappointed.
Writing on here makes me feel,
shivery. Or maybe that was reading.
The wind outside makes me shiver. I don't like Chicago winters. Too little snow, too much wind. But my classes are pretty good. I have two jazz musicians as instructors (despite no classes where I am instructed in jazz.)
It is weird, I feel as if I haven't expressed myself about anything for months. I do not spend much time talking to people.
This is like trying to take a warm bath.