I haven't been writing
for a while, and my brain has built up a layer of snot
that the ideas can't quite break
I have been playing Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo
almost incessantly. I imitate the Japanese taunts and shouts that the character
s spout. I've been reading a lot of books. More Margaret Atwood
, and a recommendation from the boyfriend - Good Omens
. I've mellowed out some since the new medication - Depakote ER
. I am not upset by this, but I could do without the brain snot.
Sometimes I feel like I have lost the me I used to be.
The flights of fancy, the fits of misunderstanding, the fascination
with the color of a flower or dragonfly wings. Iridescence is lost on me lately, drowned in wet grey wool.
I'm painting my nails in bright
colors to claw through the grey.