let it be

i go back through
my

journal, my faux diary, my
online

record of my day to day activities
over the past three

years.

i think about rewriting some of it.
tidying up

the histrionics, the emotional
outbursts

for posterity sake, but
say no. what the hell. let

it lie where it is. dead and bleeding
in the road.

you can't stop what's coming
and you
can't change

what happened. let it be,
ala paul,


forward we go.