I write these poems

and then I leave them around my room, forgetting about them for ages until they pop up while I'm looking for something else to waylay me.
It's frustrating. But also interesting, because I think that the poems a person writes are a decidedly clear reflection of who the person is - and it's interesting to see how I have (or haven't) changed. The frustrating bit is that it seems as though as soon as I make a decision about myself, I come across one of these poems that sort of awakes this dormant part of me that I've been trying to bury.

Damn it all, I still want to go into space.