it’s 15 degrees outside.
The familiarity of my coffee mug and the 7 AM bright lights of my
monitor give me this sinking and warming feeling at the same time.
Either way, it’s a feeling that I have often and know all too well.
And all I’m hoping for is that maybe, finally, today - the time on the
clock will speed up. And I mean actually speed up. Just this once.
because I’ve spent countless entries on countless pieces of paper
begging time to move faster, just long enough for me to be where I really
need to be. Because I feel like there’s somewhere that I really
need to be. And I need time to immediately stop once I get there.
There are other places that I’d rather belong in - especially right now.
This - This place is by no means one of them.
So here I am - Again. Again. praying to the Ink and Paper Gods:
Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Please.
There are other places and memories that I need to be making outside
of these three walls of iridescent lights and shitty coffee.
I really need my possibility moments.
not my familiarity ones.
