WyzWmn's World©

I have this urge
not a wish
almost a need

to get dressed up
and do something
go somewhere…

a meeting?
(I dislike meetings)
an appointment?
I don’t know…

It’s my own version
of shack wacky
I guess…

the fog is clearing

And I’ve started
chewing my nails?

I can’t get to sleep
and I really feel
like I should be…

there are statistics
around people
who have been through
what I have
in the past week
losing the ability
to sleep at night
cos they are afraid
of dying

I don’t want
to die
but I’m not afraid

it is
what
it is

does that make me
more than
shack wacky?

I hope not
cos
I got me some plans

So it turns out 2020 may suck…
I made myself a promise
that I would start journaling again
in 2020

I figured maybe my problem was
with the interwebs
So on April 1
I started journaling in a
bullet journal
yeah…
that didn’t last long

my problem was
with the interwebs
So on April 1
I started journaling in a
bullet journal
yeah…
that didn’t last long

So then I decided
that it was the calibre
of paper
and the fact that
the bullet journal
I was using
had no lines
just dots

yeah – nice excuse eh?

So…I bought a
memory keeping journal
and promised me
that I would start
on May 1, 2020

then shit happened
I have a story to tell you
but I can’t tell you just now
as I’m not supposed to be typing
and this fucking note
has taken an hour

but once the arm heals
I’m all over that shit
live
and in
person

I can’t promise any kind of
organization
or express lucidity
but soon eh?