No more snoozing. No more staring at the ceiling.
To the edge of the world
my life was cold
A tad over a year ago, my partner and I were laying on our blow up mattress, talking with music playing in the background. They had uncovered that I was a writer and poet. They poked at me a bit until I started talking all about my worlds, my words, my inspirations, and on and…
I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.
Hello. I have no point. I have no purpose. I am just never ending circles overlapping one another. I have ideas. All these ideas. So many many ideas. But, I do not know what I should do. I want to do them. I want to write. I want to travel. I want to review. I…
My brain. So painfully stagnant.
The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…
I have been silent.