#BlogBattle 39: Bricks
I need to cry. I wrote a lovely poem for this week, and somehow I clicked on something and lost it all. 😦 I’m kinda a lot mad at myself.
If bricks was a bad word, I’d probably be saying it right now. As it is, I thought it in my head and that’s probably enough. Poo.
I’ve never missed a week before, and this is a little disconcerting. Midnight has arrived. I’m all out of time and I’ve lost my words. They have floated away on the breeze. They’re bricked up behind some wall of bricks, hidden away–a treasure never to be found.
I feel the tears behind my eyes. They are real and silly and frustrating, in and of themselves. Who cries over a lost poem? Who wastes heartbreak over a few stanzas of thought and life poured out on a page? I do, I suppose.