Acid Sketch (as done by e.e. cummings)

letters from the now
[from the past of
now before here]
drip across bright air
to crawlupontheharshrug
lost in tinder walls
t o w e r—
—ing—.
the here of ink and sheets
changes not at the start
but not
(at the end)
lost there… lost you…
you! dare to slither
across my letters now

here…

finishing all words:

youtheyweus

must

leave.

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I apologize for the depressing post last night.
I was in a bad place for a while, but talking to my surrogate brother helped a lot...
We talked about religion, spirituality... our psychological troubles. Especially the latter.
I plan to start seeing someone over the summer. One of my sisters spoke to my mom about it because I couldn't... I'm glad she did. I need it.
I feel better today. My grandma is having the surgery done here at home rather than in Florida... I think she's going in tomorrow instead of today. I am keeping my fingers crossed and am praying to anyone who will listen for her health. My mom chickened out of bringing Sinte to the vet, thank goodness. I am hoping she'll at least be able to hold off until I go home; I want to give her at least one last hug and kiss before she's gone.
My first final is tomorrow. I should really study but I'm not. I'm sort of giving up on school... even when I do study, I do terribly, so why bother? I could spend that time much more productively... like by trying to fix my frigging camera! It's jammed or something and I can't advance the film... dammit. I really want to take pictures with it; it's a Nikon FG (a manual film camera originally released in 1982... it's older than me!).
There's a billboard by the train station I really want to photograph. It's old and torn and looks rather creepy. I also think it's a pretty good representation of New Brunswick... surrounded by development and state of the art buildings, it's left there to fall apart and decay where everyone can see it, but no one looks. Pay attention to beauty, and ignore the ugly.
That's life, I suppose. I'm trying to change it, though.
I think it's impossible, but everyone needs a hope to cling to, right?


Sorry. I'm rambling now.
I want it to be the weekend...