I no longer remember why I started out, or where I thought I was going. It doesn’t matter anyway. It is the journey itself that counts. Was I kind? Did I help? What did I learn? When a person can give positive answers to questions like that, they’ve had a life.
Warmer today. Upper 90s. There's air conditioning at today's poetry reading, but I'll get sweaty anyway.
Stayed up 1 AM last night, working on poems. Didn't even notice the time. It took me all of 30 seconds to fall asleep.
16 june 2019