I’m not sure exactly why this has been created…

I’m thinking of starting some form of blog, but at this point in time, I’ve not come up with a good enough reason to.

I’ve written a couple of Haikus (haiku’s, Haiku’s, haikus? One of the above…) haiku and wanted them to be in some public place. This might just be the ramblings of a slightly unhinged human being, but I doubt anyone’s going to be reading it.

(I thought I’d make them rhyme on the request of someone I work with. Future haikus/poems/whatever aren’t going to be constrained by their needs… Or they might be, I’m not sure)

The deployment’s done,
Now, shall we have all the fun,
Or maybe a run

How to define fun?
Temporal snapshot of life?
Maybe emptiness…

(Edit a few days after posting: this makes me want to vomit… It sounds so pretentiously shit and as though it’s trying to be deep. I hope that’s just what happens when you splurge words onto a page.)