writing by moonlight is hard so I enlisted my old friend candlelight hopefully I don't fall asleep like this this pencil is largely useless but struggling is half the fun
I DECIDED SLEEPING ON MY FUTON TONIGHT WAS MY BEST IDEA I SAW THE MOONLIGHT STRETCHED ACROSS MY FLOOR and couldn't resist a poetic opportunity
my words don't sound pretty nothing is pretty anymore-- are happy poems in my vocabulary?
maybe I need to stop giving a **** about future and listen to now -- stop trying to fix myself and just let myself be for a while
The weird font formatting of this text is explainable: it's mainly italic because my handwriting is very slanty and usually half-cursive. The all-caps section was literally where I switched to writing in all-caps in my notebook. Then gave up.
Side note: I started keeping a poetry notebook for on-the-go inspo! That's where this is from; where I write little half-baked ideas, and if I want to continue drafting them, I will. But I never had a place to write my dumb little poetic thoughts before, and now I do! It's been real good so far (*^-^*)