I took the train back
I always enjoy reading
on the quiet side of the train
you know,
the side that’s supposed to be quiet?
I took my shoes off and put my feet up
When it was my turn to get off
my shoes were gone
Someone took them
The same way I took the train
Hope my shoes made them happier
than the train ride did
I say
yes
to everything
Being in my
apartment
is not a great thing
Why stay?
It’s just gonna suck
me dry
A rest stop
between work and sleep
I’ll say
yes
to anyone
As long as they get me out
We have one solitary desire
to not
be alone
Some think that
being
alone is scary
but lonely people are rarely scared
they don’t miss anything
It was a bad day today
My phone forgot my face
which is telling.
I burned the sauce too and missed the train
It’s one of those days
My face ain’t right
There are too many wrinkles
doubt
annoyance
anger and bitterness
God damn the dog’s whining
I forgot to pay the rent.
I found the unopened letter under a stack of papers I was going to use to write today.
I should be fine, but damn, what a slip up.
They might use it as an excuse to kick me out, they aren’t very happy about me.
It’s still early so I’ll have to wait an hour before I can call them and apologize.
So that’s probably the most interesting thing that’s gonna happen to me today,
or in a while, rather.
I’m doing laundry of course.
He bore through the bushes, running, running
The second he started running he was lost
Twigs and branches whipped him in the behind
The darkness closed in.
He didn’t remember why he was running, only that he was scared.
Scared of who… Scared of what?
Only those running will see the light.
I always wake up some time in the middle of the night
I slept badly, last night
I didn’t want the day to end,
Even though there was nothing special about it.
Some days are like that,
Days that don’t want to leave.
Last night I had a good streak of writing, it was beautiful.
Then I stayed up a little late.
I ruined a good thing.
I hope I can fall asleep earlier tomorrow.
A little bit of journaling © Christopher Stamfors
I’ve worked rather hard, recently.
They make us work 24 hours, sometimes, today I worked 32
Did a lot of writing, regardless – not my best work.
I think I might be a bit tired, at least for this particular story.
I got a few days rest, maybe I should work on something else
I have one other.
Fool’s Tower, it is called.
It’s a bit of journaling © Christopher Stamfors
I remember that yesterday was good,
It was the day before yesterday and I want it
Good days are rare
I had one five and a half years ago
And I’m still writing
I’ll die any second now.
The Horrors of Writing 