for myself or to the people who come to see me, but i don't.
i don't like looking back at things and thinking they were meaningless,
or that their meanings were missed.
Now that i've said there is nothing, i'm sure it will only be a few days before i burst
with a silly poem, or some thought i just couldn't keep to myself.
(like most of them)
There just isn't much to say really...life is mondane, yet stressful...
that stress is pointless, and so deserves no more than those few words just then.
Now, i'm going to go back to bed and see if sleep will come...
if not, i'll just lie there thinking old thoughts and waiting for something important.