Ophelia I’m in this shaking disappointed phase
where the colors don't quite exist and the
things that are pretend they aren't it's
confusing I’m confused I don't know that I
like it at all it's hard to concentrate hard
to write to push the pencil through
the array of colors that come leaping
off the too white of this page it
doesn't even hurt any more just barely
aches what do I do Aphrodite what do I
do I’m so lost perhaps I should go
become a nun after all yes I quite
like that idea maybe I could join
a convent be cloistered off in a small
place somewhere and never have to leave
or think or worry maybe I should
finish the journey maybe I should
choose a new path I want to sleep
I want to be held I want to
be safe I want to be wanted.  ¶ 10:35 PM