I Awoke With The Dragon

I felt it as soon as I awoke. Its talons pierced my skull like a crown of thorns, and I knew it was going to be a terrible day.

Some days just start this way. The depression sets in and tries to take control. If I let it, I know my day will suck, my mood will be black, and I will most definitely NOT nice to be near. But my writing will be so clear it will be words on glass.

If I fight the dragon, and not let it beat me, I’ll be much more likable and nice to be around. But my writing will suffer.

So my dilemma is do I want to be a better writer, or a better person?

I still haven’t figured it out yet… but today, I think the dragon has the edge.

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