Squeezed in an hour last night to write. Ended up just flinging words
at the screen seeing what would stick.
Very little did.
But the effort was made. Hopefully that will count in somebody’s tally of
me someday.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Showing posts with label someday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label someday. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
Pulp & Shrouds
A coat of porcupine quills?
Or a shroud of razor wire?
Neither and both, I suppose.
It could be so, so much
worse, but the chronic awkwardness I wear every day certainly feels to me as
painful and cutting as both these over-exaggerations.
Most days I pretend it doesn’t bother me at all. Somedays the
ill-fitted-ness of me is simply crushing.
Today is someday, I confess.
*sighs… straightens the collar of
the quill coat, trying to look sharp and brave in all my imagined pokiness…
smiles stubbornly*
Apologies.
This stupidity will pass, too; and tomorrow will be a better day.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post-note: Mental illness sometimes tackles creativity to the ground
and beats it to a bloody, unrecognizable pulp.
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