Thursday night notes

I don’t know
what this is
the nature of
my depression
but it comes often
and I
just have
to deal with
it by
staying alive
and
preparing myself
for another day
getting up
in the morning
getting something
to eat
sitting quiet
praying
writing and
reading
thinking of loved ones
of my friends
how I’m going to
try to use my head today
and not
act out of anger
sometimes the bastards
get away with so much
but it will boomerang
the smaller pleasures
in life are:
a drink of water
writing fragmented sentences
talking to friends
sleeping the whole
night through with the
cat on the pillow
without asthma attacks
and that’s all I’ll
say for now