Something Short

Recently I’ve started writing again.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to write anything longer than a few lines. I’ve only tried poems the last few years, but to be fair, I was never a story person anyways. Poetry was always my bread and butter. I miss how it felt to let everything out onto a page, even things that never made it to a finished piece. Just being able to write a feeling down made it a little lighter.

Today, I haven’t been able to stop writing. Even this is a result of a typing craze I seem to have fallen into for the day. I don’t mind it. Right now, I’m unemployed for the second time in twelve months (totally being normal about this), relying on alcohol at a rate that comes up every time I start to unravel, feeling like a shell of a person and a let down to everyone around me. My last few weeks have been spent tensed, waiting for something terrible to happen just for the sake of timing.

But at least now I am writing.