I’m not superstitious,
just a little stitious.
Goodness, that should be on a shirt.
Probably is.
Listen,
this is weird.
I write something sad about
something I think I blew
and you come around saying otherwise
otherwise otherwise.
But lo and behold,
I write something happy,
confident, triumphant
and where do you go,
but off the face of
our little planet
rising in the sun
for a new day
without you.
You can call that
a main character complex,
call me Narcissus, it’s probably
true. But really
all I want to know
is whether
there is something here
waiting for me
to write something melancholic
in order to continue.
- Samual Curtis
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