story – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

The Door II

There are many open doors
What’s inside is uncertain
You will only get answers
If you’re brave to go all in

There are so many closed doors
But is it locked? Uncertain
If you’re looking for answers
It could hurt to go back in

There are so many locked doors
The story’s end is certain
You already have the answers
Why bother to go back in?

There are many, many doors
The closed is just uncertain
The locked already gave answers
The open, you could get in

Focus on the open doors
What awaits is uncertain
But that’s a better answer
Than knowing you can’t get in

The Door (Poetry Series): I, II

X: From 2023 to 2024 (A Year-End Post) I

At exactly 12am on December 2023, I started writing my year-end post while finishing my 2nd Jack and Coke. I made an outline of all the good and bad things that happened in my year 2023, and then I started fleshing out what I outlined.

While I was writing the almost middle of the post, I yawned. I said to myself, “Crap. I feel tired. I’m supposed to finish this post.” But then I decided not to fight the sleepiness, so I hopped on the couch and napped.

5 minutes later, I woke up, and my laptop was off. I didn’t turn off my laptop.

And then I heard a voice. “Hi, Dewey.”

I looked up and I saw myself – a version of myself, that is. He is The Deranged Writer of 2008.

Notes to Self VII

Now, here I am, writing my 100th post here on The Dispatch. What should I talk about? Another Minute Warning post? Another Gratitude Log? How about a new Note to Self?

Well, then. I’m settling for the latter. Welcome to the 7th edition of Notes to Self – where I quote something relevant from any form of media or someone I know in real life. In this edition, because this is a monumental 100th post for The Dispatch, I’m quoting my number 1 hero, the legendary musician Dave Grohl of Nirvana and Foo Fighters.