Sitting alone at a bar at 2pm. Is this what the beginning stages of alcoholism look like? I mean, it’s not like my bloodline is some stranger to addiction. Especially of the booze variety. But, no. THis is just a drink. A midday, waiting for my bus drink. An I work hard and deserve a … Continue reading Fear
My notes app is full of gold Half formed stories untold Unfinished thoughts regurgitated A wandering mind looking to be creative My notebooks are all half empty Unfulfilled promises to myself About my health, about my mind About the ways in which I’ll spend my time My commitments are elsewhere Never in the places I … Continue reading My Notes App
This is a sad one about losing motivation. Oooh yeah!
Noticing the indent in the mattress in the shape of my body as I rise to the door The foam isn’t memory, just a representation of the mental state of me My voice echoes the creak of the wood under my feet Before the floor eveng gets a chance to speak Activities of the day … Continue reading Am I Stuck?
Like a fog spreading from temple to temple Attempts to break through are painful Seems pointless, this search for the motivation Picking and mining and coming up empty Unsure of what it means, exhaustion or complacens Sadness or complete resignation Is it worth forcing to move forward Is there a different feeling I should be … Continue reading Brain Fog
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
Something incoherent that I wrote weeks ago