tonite, as most nites lately, i feel lucky, it's 6 a.m. and upstairs my wife is sleeping and in the crib down the hall, my baby boy is examining his four month old fingers and the shadows they make on the wall, i am blessed as i sit here for the first time in a long time, trying to write again, trying to feel the old feelings but thats hard to do when the cigarettes no longer burn in the ashtray and a coffee cup sits where the bottle once stood.... so i sit here, feeling lucky, wiping down this machine, staring at the empty pages as i wait for the words to come again....
Reason for writing:
it's been a long time....
Birth sign: Libra
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