Insanity

My first day in the house
I'm not really sure what to do with myself here

Do I ramble?
Do I write?
Should I preach?
Or maybe fight...

They say you should write a page a day
To be a writer
Someday

I can barely get a few sentences out
With any semblance of coherence
Imagine my page then
Insanity!

Or will
They call
It
Art

It's late evening and I'm alone
I was the same this afternoon
I will be the same tomorrow too
I like being alone
I must confess

No one to listen to
No one to talk
No one lying to me
No one crying for me

I smoke a cigarette
And think of these written words of mine
I don't much care for them now
But I don't have the will to do it again

So
Read...
Write to me