If ever more so, life is looking like how it does in cycles. It’s January, I’m on medication and going through a billing insurance with two providers and trying to avoid a $70 copay that could take me out the game. It’s Saturday and I thought it was Thursday morning again but 3 of them so that checks out. I’m not longer exhausted and I think the sleep thing is going to be resolved soon with an addition of another medication. I think life will pick up for me after this. Even if it’s working from home, the little moments I have out the house tend to go over well.
And all I have are these memories and when they go 2 years out the way, ya know it’s time to give it up. Life has changed and I’ve changed with it. [I just dropped my vape in my boot, that’s lucky haha] No More Love Letters haha is my admission and I keep thinking of my own I wrote Whisper. Sharing as a writer what I’m still thinking of feels cumbersome to say the least. I used to feel all my poetry was whispered and now I’ve been struggling to write poetry and have been reaching more towards musings, prose, and haikus or haiku form of some type.
When I was writing anime and comics was fun but that was deadline stuff and they were like “hey short code it and well just check it out” and they got permission and everyone sent it up and seasons out in less than 3 weeks. I hope all the puzzles I’ve play on my phone have helped configure more accurate outcomes. Oh to be a Google Gal.
I’m in socks and my slippers that are looking more like defense weaponry in asian culture by the minute. The spa shaped slippies ya feel me. Oooh I heard someone flying over and I got their beeps beeps in deaf people Morse Code. That makes me so happy.. I just click em whenever I talk with my teeth or type it in with the volume. Very old school. Very nonchalant.
You know what?
I think I went through that dreadful phase of thinking people don’t want to read about my life or dreams for the future.
Now that I’ve written so much about the past, I finally got it all out just about and the bottle is dry on what hurts me. Gotta keep moving forward even if life looks boring. It is. What can ya do.
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