What am I doing with my life?
A step. Gravel crunches under my boot. A step. Afraid that they might wake up. A step. I turn my head one last time. A step. The gap where my body was already closed.
Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall
Was I fired or am I on standby?
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?
Should I stick it out for the experience?
A little about the frustration of uncertainty while job hunting.
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
Does a visible tattoo limit my job prospects? Even if I want to be a creative?
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.