I lost an entire notebook’s worth of writings when it got drenched in water. This is the only poem entry that remains.
6/10/22 5:32 AM Love from the Void Sunrise. Sunset. A merry-go-round that refuses to stop. As the planet spins, so does my head, Time pushing me stubbornly forward, Towards sleepless nights and boring days. Nicotine and television comfort My overactive, anxious mind. I revel in the masterpieces of other peoples' hard work. Laying naked in bed: stuck. The uselessness of time and date. What year is it? The clock ticking meaningless seconds into an empty, forlorn future. Checking the refrigerator with vacant eyes, the image of a blurry impressionist painting. The dreadful loss of innocence, in a sense, reveals the futile truth of life: We're all just waiting to die. This fact, an impartial, indifferent rule. Yet from this void I still find love. The simple joy of petting my dog, The morning kiss goodbye as she leaves for work. The unconditional support of Mom and Dad. The goofy laughter shared with her. These things, the only reasons to smile and continue living this pointless life.
