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pexadilloOn New Years Eve
I sat on the bottom step
Of the staircase
Near the open doors of my living room
Where my friends
Whom I had so excitedly invited
Partied and chatted
And I felt somehow uninterested
In joining in
But as always
I reap and regret when I wish
In days since passed
That I had really been there
Not just in body
But mind too
(So, I wasn't sure how to start my first journal entry, but I thought it was probably fitting to put my first poem of the year here. It's been three months since New Years, which is crazy, so not so relevant, but I still kind of like this one.)
I sat on the bottom step
Of the staircase
Near the open doors of my living room
Where my friends
Whom I had so excitedly invited
Partied and chatted
And I felt somehow uninterested
In joining in
But as always
I reap and regret when I wish
In days since passed
That I had really been there
Not just in body
But mind too
(So, I wasn't sure how to start my first journal entry, but I thought it was probably fitting to put my first poem of the year here. It's been three months since New Years, which is crazy, so not so relevant, but I still kind of like this one.)
