TransientTopHat

(cont. from rambling title.) ... Woke Up.

Oh the writing.
So many things.
So many works in progress.
And I'm starting a band.

ALTHOUGH years are an arbitrary unit of measurement I think this year will be infinitely better than last.
This is the year I'm gonna be a special artistic snowflake and
like
have people resonate with my art, and stuff.
So much stuff.
And hopefully I survive off of it economically because ahahaha I graduate this year.

Fuck.

Anyway I might start posting again.


-Corey

At least I've been writing a lot.

My girlfriend of nearly two years (who remains to be the love of my life) had to leave me recently, and I just found out today that my little cousin is in the hospital with leukemia. He's in bad shape, and his younger brother is probably breaking down in tears as I write this.

I'll need some quiet for a while.

I don't know if I'll have much energy to write/edit anything or post here for quite some time. But for everyone who has shown their support--however few--I truly appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time to listen. My words are my life, and you've all helped me affirm that life.


-Corey

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-W.B. Yeats


Work and personal life have burned me out pretty hard.
And the prospects of my dreams don't look too great.

But, I'm being pessimistic lately so, what do I know?
I marched with tens of thousands of people in broad daylight in Manhattan the other day, so.
Things might survive. Maybe they'll improve. Though I'm doubtful of both of those things.

Here's to hopefully making it through the month without failing my finals or something.

I'M KEEPING UP WITH IT. SORT OF. UUUH. I'M ONE BEHIND STILL TECHNICALLY BUT. WHATEVS.

Farther than I ever get with nanowrimo so... o3o

POEMS ARE COOL.

-Corey