Wouldn’t it be fun,
if all it really was,
was that you could jump…
Self
I don’t know what counts,
as training for all this,
whether it’s writing regularly…
It’s easy to look back,
and see missed opportunities,
sometimes from hindsight…
Borderline at worst,
but success ridden at best…
Whatever the day may bring,
or whatever the night may hold…
Even if it’s not your fault,
and you have a good reason,
or a better excuse…
The hardest thing you can do,
can be the smallest step you take,
when you just want to stop…
Weird isn’t it,
that we hold our future selves,
at something akin to ransom…
now yall have been presumably waiting on every word
and if not i mean what else do you even have on
because we know nothing of consequence happened in the last three months…
I’ve spent a lot of time,
days, hours,
minutes, minutes, minutes,
trying to manage my environment…
