Sometimes we wish that we could use a little Correction Fluid in our lives. We make mistakes, some of them we’d rather forget all together. This poem was written during a rough patch with Kenrick. Honestly, I’m the most poetic when there’s some sort of drama. That being the case, I have not written many poems outside of that. Inspiration takes hold when I feel I have something to write about. So, when I am deeply sad, I feel the most inspired. Odd, I know. I guess that that’s just how I am. To think, I didn’t feel the desire to write the day I got married. That isn’t to say that I didn’t have anything to say, it just feels weird writing about happier things. Alas, the mind of someone who lives with depression. Sadness is more interesting to me than is happiness. I suppose it has a lot to do with the fact that I have spent a greater portion of my life in some level of sadness. For several weeks recently I was very happy. Inexplicably so. I analyzed virtually every moment of it. It was like a new discovery that I poked at, tried to understand and tried to hold on to. It was fleeting. But, I did enjoy that time. I grabbed a hold of it, and as the poets would say, I sucked the marrow from it. As I said, we make mistakes, and sometimes in these mistakes we find ourselves.