work week
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Should I Be Ashamed?
That some days, I don’t want to write. The non-negotiables I write on my wall that I stare at in despair, should I be ashamed? Balancing it all is a circus act on it’s own, can one forgive me for wanting to run away from it all or will you…
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AS THE SUN RISES,
I write this to you. It’s a new day, a new week, and I wonder what the possibilities are. The air is still, oppose to yesterday’s breeze which made my new wooden chimes all the worthwhile. It’s an early morning so I’ll start by setting my intentions. Then, I’ll make…
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It’s late and I wish I never started
I say this and actually don’t know what I mean; I want a break and I say this as if I don’t have the option for one. I do but what I want is far greater than that. And with that, I cannot break just yet—even if I tried. The…
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I’m really lucky
Last night, I spent the night with My Love after 4 days of moping around by myself. I’m ecstatic that it’s Thursday today. This means tomorrow is Friday. Did you know I have a podcast called ThirdEyeCyphs that releases new episodes every Friday? You should check it out. Other than…
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It’s an early Wednesday
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask. Where’s the damn bus? It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me…