10:37 PM. A strange fascination with time this week. Don’t know what it is or why. I guess I always get into that occasional phase. It probably doesn’t matter much. At least I am working on my lot in life. The pen is hitting the page and that is usually a good sign. I’ve been trying to tap into that groove again. A few poems written tonight and I’m feeling all right. Things might be all right after all.
Finding rhythm
strange fixation on time
enters my thoughts
words flowing out freely
populating naked page