Why aren’t I blind yet? The whiteness staring back at me surely should have seared my irises by now. Maybe I’m dead. They do say that you see a bright white light at the end. That would explain the complete absence of thought that I have been nursing for the past hour. I should try … Continue reading Writer’s Block
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?
I'm too good at being alone I feel no ruch to fill a space I crave the silence of isolation Healthy independenc from unhealthy boundaries Blocked areas so tall that I can't see out I fear my resistence to seeking love But I love me and isnt't that enough?
I haven’t written in months I don’t think my dreams have changed I think my motivation has altered The grind of retail is wearing I’m tired each day They suck my faith my strength my pain Nothing is felt when exhaustion sets in What I put down feels less than creative I believe that quitting … Continue reading Haven’t Written
A little musing on some weekend choices.
Late night musings on adulthood.
