Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.

Loser

You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.