I think; I think; I think

Another 20k down the drain, I don’t believe in love.

I’m tired of hearing the rumblings of voices

I just want to be left alone

For the love of God just leave me alone

I don’t know what to say.

I suppose that’s fine

But still. I feel like I have a lot to work on

Checklists upon checklists upon checklists. What does it take to be a writer?

Is it routine? Is it solitude? Is it ego?

I think it’s just writing.

And at the end of the day that’s just it.

Writing and writing and writing.

How do I get there?

How do I help it.

I don’t want it to be a question

I want it to be a statement