I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome.
Cold hard shells holding thousands hoping that being here will inject them with life.
I sit in front of a dated screen, blue light coming off of it, dinging me with responsibilities on the minute.
I sit in front of the blank screen and try to come up with something beautiful.
Whoever said writing was dignified was an asshole.
I want to do something important
Don’t we all?
I haven’t seen the ocean in years. I promised myself I would go but instead I bought things to make my face or my hair look better, and those things ate up at the beach and the sun and the waves.
And I gave most of it away, because it only felt good to get it, not to have it.
Even now in the dark while I am still doing it I quit.
We say it all the time.
So why not?
I am hoping that one day I discover something so beautiful and so true that it makes the sitting and the waiting and the wanting and the hoping all worthwhile.
I am hoping.
As if we were watching you go through all your stages in life…heartfelt…true..
I’ve quit a million times. Don’t bother.
Completely relatable .. I’ve gone from the same phase many times
Completely relatable.. I’ve gone through the dame phase many times !!
Quitting or not… You write well.