Well, things have been much better these last couple days. I had a good chat with a good friend and that mostly sorted things. I'm still not sure how exactly things will end up, but I do think that it's resolved enough for me to put up the poems I wrote outside in the freezing cold.

This is one that I particularly like..

I sat out in the midnight and thought of you.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.
I didn't know how to deal with it
So I sat outside and froze
Maybe it was metaphorical
This freezing of myself
I just wanted to be free
I wanted to tell you
To be free
But how would I start?
How do you begin to bear your soul?
And how would it finish?
I don't know that I want to know
Maybe I have to know
Maybe that's what this is all about
This freezing of myself