I Had an Idea for a Poem Earlier

But I’m not sure if it was a good idea, or just the chemicals chattering away in my brain. It’s difficult to tell sometimes, if it’s insight you’ve gained, or just stupidity. Trying to work it out now, and scribbling and writing a bit.

I switched to whiskey. Went out to the store, and bought a small pint. A fifth would be too dangerous, I think. So this smaller size will be just for the weekend. I’m getting slowly fuzzy, talking to friends on IM, working on a poem… and Heather and I may hang out tomorrow, to see some of the art on display in the neighborhood. Around the Coyote is this weekend.

Matt is going to be exhibiting all weekend, and I wanted to make sure to see his work. It’ll be fun to hang out with Heather again, and see what she’s been up to. Hopefully, I won’t fall asleep this time. :)

Right now, there are a gazillion people wandering around the streets near my apartment. I’ve got some slow music going, sipping on whiskey. I’m trying to tease out anything of substance from two lines that I’ve been repeating in my head for the past few hours. The world feels rich and full of life, and what I can see in my immediate view is nothing but possibility. It’s a good feeling.