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.
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.