We run hard when we can
Through fields of broken
Dreams, pasts and years
Towards a future we fear
I feel like I just fifty pounds on my shoulders
She said, a cigarette in her trembling hand
I brought her in my arms with a gentle tug
You’re never ready when a parent wants to die
Seventy-two hours later and we’ll be
curled up on this couch together
Love a paradox, one of thousands. You learn to live with them.
Maybe its better
if I just let it go
keep telling myself
its okay even though
there was once
when it wasn’t
okay but then once
doesnt always mean
it will happen again
because sometimes
lightning only strikes
once in a lifetime
People can find meaning in another person, and risk getting hurt. Sometimes they they can do everything right and still lose.
Stop expecting everything
to go wrong
Or it always will
People don’t believe it’s possible to live without health issues, hunger, homelessness, or suffocating debt.
I’m scared.
Mainly that it won’t happen.
Scared that this might actually work.
I think that scares me more.
This might be real.
I have a bone to pick with word count. How is it last night when I checked, I was at 121,185 words in the draft. Today, after 6 pages of cutting and editing, I’m at 121,295…
THIS DOTH NO SENSE MAKE