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Thursday, December 31, 2015

Discontent

It's been too long
But if I don't say something soon I'm afraid I might lose my voice

39 days since I last wrote something and I wonder where the time went
How many TV shows have I watched?
How many hours have I logged online?
How many books have I read?
How many games have I played with my daughter?

Sometimes life gets in the way of writing
Sometimes writing gets in the way of life

My son thinks he deserves a medal because he went a whole day without playing the playstation
Someone tell him life gets harder than that
Or does it

I'm writing this on my phone because it's too intimidating to sit at the computer
Listening to Drake instead of Coldplay
I can't even hear myself think

There's snow everywhere and I'm just trying to stay warm

I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter.
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4 comments:

  1. Sir Edmund HillaryJanuary 3, 2016 at 10:43 AM

    I like the layout of this.

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  2. Connor OlveraJanuary 3, 2016 at 4:47 PM

    "Sometimes life gets in the way of writing
    Sometimes writing gets in the way of life'
    Amen

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  3. Clarissa McCallJanuary 4, 2016 at 5:42 PM

    If I say something too soon I'm afraid I might lose my voice

    I wish you would write more. Or share what you write more. Your words are inspiring, to me at least.

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  4. Kitty YeagerJanuary 11, 2016 at 12:35 PM

    ''Just trying to stay warm''
    I'm snappin' for this

    ReplyDelete

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