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Better Than Yesterday
Do you copy?
How am I doing today? Let’s see…
Pretty numb. I’d say blocked, but I doubt that. I just haven’t willed myself to write. It’s been easier staying idle.
But I’ll be honest, even that is boring.
They say, “When you’re lonely being alone, its because you’re in bad company.” Maybe.
Perhaps you are bad company. Maybe they’re right; your lack of self-love has created a void. Or perhaps idleness is actually bad company. It is still the thief of time. All I knew was, I had to get off that bed. My brother was dead, I had to continue ~living~ writing. It’s all I am now. It’s all I have to be.
Write, even mediocre.
It could be someone’s healing… hell, it could be someone’s laugh.
Boy, what I’d give to hide in sight and watch people read me!
To see their expressions… To spot their darkened gaze. To understand! To understand their teary eyes…
Surely they could feel my pain…?
Would they sense my sorrow?
Would they skip through this?
Man, what even is this? What was the point of this page?
“How am I?” you asked. “Not okay. But better than yesterday.” Do you copy?
