Weather and other life events

Enough with the self-reflection
those that prefer mirrors to windows
tend to miss the context and current trends in fashion

and the years
were not all bad
in terms of subjectivity and the weather
and the idea of pairing the good and the modern
as if they were otherwise incompatible
may have had its appeal
but not to me (the protagonist)
and you may have spent the whole summer
writing something to that effect
but I'm sure you didn't believe it.

I will slowly creep towards the third-person
("I'm beginning to sense a general trend.")
and maybe some character development,
which in a fit of apathy he (the antagonist)
decided was a device devised purely for television,
but he's just being cynical,
and is actually very happy
rain or shine
and the weather
should not be used as a metaphor
for grander events and internal struggles
("Amateur hour.")

Hopewell

and also
i am not visually oriented:
my hands shake like a presidential candidate's
and my memory of shapes and colors
plays by its own rules, which are not
so much abstract
as uninspired.
i am also not auditorially oriented,
and i find a carefully orchestrated silence
to be the best part
typically.
Which may mean I am on to something,
but it's hard for me to set a goal
of doing something amazing and affective
with nothing.
I would prefer to have an impact
(in some ideal over-the-horizon future)
on something internal and intangible and tangible
but that is not visual, and that is not substance,
and I fear I am approaching a sense that is
not real,
and encroaching into the realm of Science Fiction
and goddammit
that is not what I want to do
and again it has gotten away from me
and I will end with a thought:
the city and the trees.

east

i have never been able to sleep
i don't want the good days to end or
the bad days to give way
to worse