Lots of poems

A friend from HR let me borrow her compilations of poems she wrote some years ago. As I progressed through the pages, my enthusiasm to go finish two poems I started months ago peaked. Two poems that I almost forgot about are now printed on paper that I'm staring at right now, looking for the words to finish them. Well, I'm not actually staring at them this instant because obviously I'm blogging. I'm taking a quick break from staring at them.

Reading someone else's poetry is like staring at someone's soul. This is especially true when you know the person who wrote the poems. It's eerie to stare at someone else's soul. I almost feel guilty. In return I shared to her all eight poems that I have so far written. For sure I've written more, but only eight of them can be found. Those I've written in college are forever lost.

Staring at someone else's soul... Yeah. This is my reaction to reading her poems. Due to lack of sleep, I earlier sent a message stating this to the wrong recipients. Things like this happen when you open two emails at the same time. Your sleep-deprived mind plays game on you. You roll two threads into one. Good thing there's a Recall Message function in MS Outlook. For over a week now I've been sleeping at past twelve midnight and waking up at around 6:30 in the morning. Maybe I shouldn't be finishing these poems while I'm visibly sleepy and tired. Or even better I should start sleeping at 10:00 PM again. I shouldn't even be blogging right now. For all I know, I'm writing gibberish here. Guess I'll find out in the morning when I read what I posted.