Posted in stream of consciousness

My Cup Is Empty

I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.

I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.

Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.

Why are we like this?

Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.

This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.

Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.

Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.

Posted in Word Prompt

No Guarantees

What a shame it will be
When the world betrays me
By spinning on after your gone.

Betrayed

Life can change in a second and we never know what’s coming. We’re not guaranteed another day. Tell people you love them, if you want to say it a thousand times, say it. If it’s been 15 minutes, months, years … doesn’t matter. Be kind, be grateful and feel every fucking second this world offers you.