Another sleepless night. I napped earlier in the day. That’s what I’ve been doing to make up for my sleep loss, napping during the day. I know, many people would say that if I power through the day then I would be able to sleep at night. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like that for me.
I was supposed to have that meeting today (or, rather yesterday considering it’s past two in the morning). The frustrating thing is that my case manager from the organization had a crisis to attend to so she wasn’t able to meet. I understand that things come up, but I’m still frustrated because this postpones my getting an apartment, which I need very much.
Everything takes time.
Patience and persistence is
My mantra again.
There, I did it. I wrote a poem. It’s trash. I asked ChatGPT what it thought of it and it said it could be improved. This is the poem it suggested:
In the flow of time,
Patience and persistence guide,
My mantra renewed.
I think I like its poem more. But I’ve learned that having AI write poems for me doesn’t release the same emotions that writing a poem myself does.
Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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