8.13.2001
 
Bent. Saw the movie again earlier tonight. Completely rivetting. I love doomed romances.

Speaking of which, I haven't been able to write poems lately. Everything I manage to write are just fluffy cotton candy. Whatever happened to the passion with which I write with?

If "necessity is the mother of invention," then "purpose is the spark that ignites inspiration." Thus, the secret to breaking any writer's block.

Not tested yet, mind you.

And living in my heightened world of drama, beauty, and grace is starting to get cumbersome.

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