Existential Angst is growing, Youth Day means no work <br />this Monday; I haven’t done any reading or writing yet, <br />just drove around in the warm winter sun and thinking <br />about nothing – searching for subjects to laugh about; <br />looking for fun – but now that the day is nearing its end; <br />the worry is growing again – I always worry about the <br />rationale for my earthly existence - justification for <br />being alive – and today I haven’t discovered any… <br /> <br />I’m growing scared, time is running out, haven’t done <br />anything today, didn’t care for what the newspaper had <br />to say, spent the day with family, a fourteen-year old <br />girl hating her twelve-year old brother with passionate <br />vengeance, the father happy to sit in the sun; I checked <br />the work I brought home and did not feel like starting <br />with it - while the feeling of guilt is growing; I never feel <br />like going in the right direction – I just want to dream <br /> <br />Embroider on the adventures of my Ludmilla and her <br />Semjonof…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-feel-like-going-in-right-direction-6-16-2008/
