write today, publish tomorrow

I’ve had words floating in my head all morning.

In corporate-land, you have to find a phone room at lunchtime to exorcise your demons.

You don’t have to do that, I guess. But that’s what worked for me today.

I have a lot to own up to. I won’t even try to make sense of how I break lines on top of all that. I’m embarrassed that I needed to resort to something like poetry.

Prose-etry. I can’t even get the genre to stick.

I almost poured my heart out; is that what people sense, that I’m like an open container about to tip over?

It’s enough to drown you, friend. It’s not a healthy path the way you think it is. You’ll have to throw your clothes out, maybe your whole life.