I figured out sometime as I was looking through my journal (boredom overcomes me and I feel compelled to see where I was a few months back). There seems to be one event I talk about more in here than anything – haircuts. Three times in the last six months I mention that I’m getting a haircut. I think it’s because that whenever I have the free time to write in my journal, I have the free time to get a haircut. In any case, I did get my hair cut and I’m much happier with some of that thick stuff off of my head.
Also, if you read that last poem, think about it as a waltz. Then read it again with that 3/4 meter in your head. I think you’ll hear it too. Otherwise I’m out of my mind.
Out to the rain… peace and love.