I Can’t Write Now
I can’t write now…the rent is due. I can’t write now…the bills are due and I can’t pay them all. I can’t write now…because nobody cares. I can’t write now…because my life sucks.
I found a way to pay the rent. I can’t write now…my ideas aren’t good enough. I juggled the bills and I will survive. I can’t write now…my thoughts are scattered like leaves in the wind. I reached out and enjoyed human contact. I remembered to breathe. I went back to my isolation. I make a nice espresso…I put on my favorite music and I sit down to write. I write what I feel. Sometimes I write tears, sometimes I write laughter, and sometimes I write dreams. Then I run again…I can’t write now.
I have just been reviewing and checking rooms and found that you have been posting a lot Melody. I would like to think I could lure you to get more involved with the group but sense you need your own space. Keep writing. I am thinking of you.