It’s National Haiku Writing Month, or NaHaiWriMo as they say, and this was honestly the impetus for me to start writing again and publishing it online. The straw that broke the camel’s back, but in a positive sense. The past years I’ve been surviving but I have not really been living much. Spending a lot of time wasting time, looking for ways to numb myself through vacuous media. Really, I have been seeking vacuity myself and I don’t think it has been very healthy for me. Lately, I’ve been trying to break this yearning for escapism, ironically, during a time when the whole world turns inwards for good reason. Within these boundaries, then, I’ve been trying to seek meaning, looking towards enriching experiences, playing games, watching movies and reading books that I think have weight and truth to them.
This development has come paired with certain other changes in my life which I think point towards a slow breaking out of the cocoon. I am not content to be like the axolotl and remain still in neoteny. I will reach for metamorphosis. I will retake that which I find meaningful and which I think fit with me. Writing is in the forefront of my mind. Let us start then with the first haiku, on this first day of my first NaHaiWriMo.
I remember walking in the cold, wearing my mask, wearing my glasses, wearing my backpack...
breath fogs the glass—
weight bends us
the puddle looks back