Friday, January 24, 2025

January 24: Taunting Despair

What a cruel world, with death round every corner,
Dissolution, destruction, utter annihilation looming.
No good can come from this moment, any moment.
Yet inexplicably good exists, taunting my despair.
My mind knows all is lost but my heart still finds joy.

February 9: Too Much Nose Blowing

Too much nose blowing in this lovely hotel room where I wish I'd slept.