The library lobby.

Today I went into the library to search for a specific book. A book which I will not mention right now due to no reason at all. Finding that it was in Bend and with renewed distrust in the Deschutes Public Library System I proceeded to the lobby entrance area. There I waited for my mother to return from the store and take me home. I was in shorts and a t-shirt since I had just been to the gym. It was very, very cold. I leaned against the wall and looked at a painting which I have now decided that I really hate. It was an abstract painting that I could not seem to focus on. It was so stupid that my eye kept bouncing off of it. As I was doing so, this little fat kid came up to me. His thin brow furrowed and he stared into my eyes intently. His face flushed red and he said in a rather anxious tone, "What's wrong!?!?!"

I was taken aback by this and wanted to just yell, "Mind your own business, fattie!" Instead I just shook my head and said, "Oh...uh....nothing?" His face receded into relief and he walked away. What is wrong with me? Do I look like some kind of freak or something? Any way that was weird! So I waited for half an hour for my mom to show. During that time, I kid came into the library who looked like an old version of John Reoch. He smelled like cigarettes and drain grates. His pants sagged down to his knees and he wore massive, heavy shoes. He walked with very long strides and slammed his foot down with each one. After he left, I could help but immitate him. I just had to know how walking like that felt like. The librarians watched me strangly. These were the most interesting parts of my day. I know, right?

It's snowing...again?

It is snowing.
It is snowing. It is really snowing here. What the deuce? Did we not get enough snow last time around? What is wrong with the weather? Snow in December, then it all melts. 70 degree temperatures ensued. Then came the fog. Now snow again? What is wrong with the atmosphere?! Am I upset about the snow? Not really. It should be good for hoodoo, hence good for skiing! I just wish that the meteorologists would not go on lying so! Did you know that they predicted a warming trend? Go back to weather school or whatever! I'm not really upset about the weather. That's ridiculous. Just a little surprised that even after thousands of years of watching the skies, we can't tell what is going to happen next.

I was honestly considering

So yesterday I definitely thought about giving up on writing all together. I know, right? Weird. I thought, though, how interesting it would be, if not wonderful, to never write again. What if I never wrote another poem? What if I never wrote another story? What if I never read again either? What if I decided to never pick up another book again? It just seems so ridiculous, ya know? All this interpretting sounds into words and thoughts and ideas. All within the little mind's ear. I thought about burning my poetry folder. For real. I thought about throwing away everything that I had ever written. Maybe I would write again after that. Maybe it would just be nice to start over again with a clear head, a clear history, a new pattern of thought. Using everything that has enlightened me in the past 6 months.