The days come and go. No matter how hard I try to slow them down they leave me in the dust. Why is there never enough time in the day to work, sleep, eat and play?
Still I try. I grab my laptop and find projects to occupy my mind. I discover new worlds to explore and new friends to share my thoughts with. When my eyes become heavy and my brain goes numb I know it’s time to rest and get ready for the next day.
Lately the heavy eyes and numb brain are happening more and more. The exploring new worlds less and less.
Still I try. I lean in and type words on the screen. I think about how a dragon might battle a wizard. I think about how bad a zombie might stink. I wonder, I contemplate then I wonder some more. I read then listen to my own thoughts. Are they good or are they leading me astray?
It doesn’t make sense, or does it? I can no longer be sure. My mind is too random. I’m not sure what direction to go.
Still I try. I start a new line, a paragraph or two. I read til it pleases me, then I write a bit more. The clock is against me. It’s staring me down. Sleepy it asks, you know nighttime has come? Tomorrow is near and there are things for you to do. Why must the day end so soon?
Rest is a must, yet my mind won’t stop. I lay in bed counting
sheep dragons hoping for sleep. If only my brain had a printer attached maybe I wouldn’t be in need of an extension of time.
Still I try. I find a way. I laugh at the dark closing in on me. I-am-a-writer. No one can take that away.