For the last time in The Book of Fantastical Confusion, new poem: Dawn.
I started writing this book so long ago. It wasn't my first poetry book, but it was at a point I felt my style was changing and I needed to start anew. That's how I feel now. I look back at my older poems, and it's nice to see how far I've come, but it was at times that I processed my emotions so differently I find I just can't bring it side to side with my current work. The book also starts off so happy––originally it was supposed to be a whimsical book about the galaxy, and then someway through, you see the sudden crash of depression and all it's about is just full self-hatred and panic.
I've been doing a lot of self-analyzing lately. I'm at one of those turning points in my life, if that makes sense. I'm able to reflect onto times when I let my mind's insecurities take complete control over my life. I'm so tired of not being happy with myself. I just want to live my life again.
It doesn't mean I'm not going to be writing any 'sad' poetry or about mental illness anymore, I just feel like this book has reached a point where I can take it no further.
For now, stay tuned. I've already got some projects in the works.
Most Madly,
The Mad Poet :)