So I’m in a funk, to be honest. I have my writing back, and it’s just on me to finish up, but I don’t care. I don’t get why. I put everything into the gym currently. I think tomorrow I’ll print it out and edit the old fashion way. Maybe that will get me going.
Tomorrow my article is due for Legends. One of these days I’ll write it the day before, but this is not that day. I will hopefully have some time tomorrow before the gym (otherwise I’ll just be at the gym late).
However, I thought I’d write something. I’m feeling a well of angst build up, so what better than to spew some poetry upon the page, vomiting the ill emotions to free me of their gut rot. So here goes.
Theme: #1 Introduction
Cards: process, single (Are you kidding me?! Seriously universe?! Eh, it’s starting to lose the sting, but I’m in a dramatic mood.), instantaneous, reveal, haggle.
Who Am I?
Three months and the process continues.
My arms are defined.
My legs are chiseled.
My gut looks the same,
But the belt fits tighter.
I am single, though not by my design.
I loved with all I had.
I was dropped like heavy weights.
Though I search, I wonder
What for? I’m redefined.
I will be a Tough Mudder in five months.
An instantaneous decision
Has led me down a hole of
Working out, self improvement,
And eventually taking ten thousand volts.
With this I reveal myself to my hopefully
Merciful audience. I beg
You see me in pleasant
Light, and should you not,
I shall haggle for your kindness.