Flyaway Hairs

I used to get mad
At my flyaway hairs
For never obeying the rules

Now I think
My flyaway hairs
Were just trying to get away
From my head.

I don't blame them.
It's crazy in there.

April Entry Excerpt

It's like, even when I'm feeling uninspired, I can usually write decent enough shit. I just never know what to write about. Which is crazy, because the world is full of wonderful things to write about. Maybe I should write about that: all these wonderful things that scream to be transcribed around me while I sit here wondering what to write about, and how selfish I am to ignore them, to deem them unworthy, not sensational enough. In these times, the problem is only that I am not a sensational enough writer to notice them.