If my path has been conventional, then I think convention must be redefined, but perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Self identifying as agender and an artist and the rest not withstanding, now based out of Seattle, hi, I’m Willow.
What’s for dinner?
I search through the limited pantry, no more than a box really, a few cans, a few bags… Somehow, I need to create a meal from this.
“How do you do it?” “Do what?” “Keep going...I mean...anyone else would’ve given up by now.” “I’m not anyone else. I’m not that lucky.”
Calling the Deep
Blinking, I try to clear my vision. Shaking my head, okay, it’s back to normal. It’s just a teacup full of water. Of course it is.
The color of sadness
She smelled like purple in the rain Of sadness and mystery Her countenance like the shadowed eaves of the abandoned house, only remembered by time
I’m so excited. It’s finally coming. We’ve been asking for this for so long. It’s so long overdue, it’s a wonder the system is even still running, and glitches?! Don’t get me started on that, we don’t even know what it’s doing anymore. The original program is so far off track that… Well, we don’t really know anymore.
I’m so tired of hearing about the boogeyman. You keep telling me he’s here. I haven’t heard anything, I haven’t seen anything.
Distractions, you can see which ones weren’t, but most were. Get a “good job” omg how many DECADES did we waste on THAT distraction. Chasing every red herring offered, “well if you only had an education”. Chase that! It works, there’s evidence, success even! You could be one of those! But instead you end up with one of the ones with piles of debt and barely scraping by week to week. “Well, you didn’t work hard enough obviously, or maybe you picked the wrong major” of course, the blame must be laid at your feet, it couldn’t be a system built around the myth of advantage, to keep everyone always chasing it. And examples?! We can point to plenty, you just did it wrong, of course you did it wrong. “Pay it off then” Scoffing internally, recognizing the futility of that, so many distractions.
Greetings and salutations
Brushing a stray strand of hair back from her eyes, she pauses a moment to look behind her. The road has been long, the look of it a shadow behind her eyes. There isn’t time to think of that now. There’s too much to be done.