Promted

They Never Mean To Be This Way

A human pest,

The one’s so desperate for attention,

You feel desperate yourself when they’re around.

When they make you feel unsure of yourself.

You never wanted to be the person that didn’t reply,

But they text you 13 times,

In an hour.

They always sit so close,

Even though you’ve mentioned your personal space,

A hundred times,

A hundred and one would be too much.

You never wanted to push someone away on purpose,

But here you are, wanting to push them away.

On purpose.

It’s too much energy to worry about their happiness when you only want to worry about your own.

Happiness.

I hope one day they find a friend.

Not me,

Someone better.

More patient.

More understanding.

More like them.

I hope one day, I find a friend.

via Daily Prompt: Pest

Talking to Myself

Inspiration Comes and Goes

Inspiration flows.

It’s there in the most inconvenient of moments.

When you’re driving your car in silence, down a green highway, a brilliant thought is there and gone with the whoosh of a passing car by the time you pull over and grab a notebook.

When you’re in the shower, in the middle of winter, and there’s just no way you’re getting out. Because it’s the first shower you’ve had in days. Because the bathroom floor is cold and wet. Because the depression got you and you gotta take care of yourself eventually.

When you’re in your doctors office, waiting for them to see you now. They’d think you really were crazy if they came into the room at the exact moment you were scribbling down the idea for a tragedy they’d never deem healthy.

When you’re watching the most beautiful thunder storm in your life, but you’re huddled under a porch, and you forgot your notebook.

When you’re sitting in your room late at night, with only lights on strings and furry things. When you know you should sleep.

Finally, a bit of inspiration. Might as well grab it.

Might as well be inspired by all the fleeting thoughts, even if you’ll never have them again. Might as well remember the feeling of having those thoughts every once in a while.

Inspiration comes from a lot of places. Sometimes, in the worst moments. Sometimes you just have to take them.

Reminder to me: write it down.

Even if it’s ridiculous. At least it’s something.

I remember all those years when the words flowed freely. When I wrote more than I spoke. Where did those days go?

Now I have to learn how to grab those moments again.

Learn to grab those moments again.

Inspiration is special. Creativity is important.

Don’t let the world around you stamp out your love to create. The passion inside you shouldn’t be put out.

This is me. Grabbing a tiny bit of inspiration.