Feelings

For the first time in what seems like forever, I am optimistic, happy even.

Or perhaps it is the loss of financial worry. Or the looking forward to that, when it occurs, for it is in my sights.

And now can I return to writing?

I must have discipline. I am lax.

And yet I have faith. Someday. Someday...

I have swallowed too much chlorine, my stomach is queasy. A flea has bitten my knuckle and I squeeze out the anasthetic. it feels good but itches more.

Let my hope be justified. Give me a future before I die.