i always love how the muse likes to tell me of the men she's flying all over the world to meet. part of me believes this is to make me jealous. part of me thinks she's seeking the approval of a friend for her happiness. the conversation today just felt different. maybe that is my own feelings getting wrapped into this or maybe i'm picking up on something. but as i watch the amount of friends i have shrink into barely a handful anymore, i often wonder about my own loneliness. as much as i want to believe that there is someone out there that actually wants to love me that doesn't have suitcase after suitcase of baggage that comes with it, the more i believe that sadly, there isn't. and that's one of those truths that kicks you right in the dick and dares you to get back up, just so it can kick you again. and my days of being a glutton for punishment are running out.
i did write 2 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. i typed those up when we got back home. hopefully, i will get my ass in gear and get some poems out soon.
The Voice was really good last night.
