What is it?
I think it might be inspiration.
This inspiration has no outlet.
The weak inner being desires to be an artist.
Desires to be a photographer.
Desires to be a writer.
But nothing will come of it.
No raw talent…nothing to hold onto.
What is it?
Potential, desire, hope, wishes—all knocking at the door of an empty house.
Eve of impending “adulthood”
11:43—17 minutes until I am no longer a teenager
Sitting on the couch, alone, at my parents.
Decided to explore the land of tumblr.
Last evening of my 19 year old self began with eating a lonely dinner of a microwaved chicken-pot-pie while watching an episode of Bones.
Where was everyone else? Parents—gone out to eat with my estranged uncle and aunt. Younger brother—playing wii ping pong or gold or frisbee…or something. Friends—scattered about the country. Boyfriend—In Rome, probably having the time of his life.
All while I sit, eating my mini chicken pie, alone.
The evening continued when my parents got home with my uncle and aunt. We played a riveting game of scrabble while eating these Italian cookies and drinking coffee. My uncle rambled on about all the words that began with “Q” but did not require a “U” while my father talked about how the “republicans are not impressed with Obama’s package…” And yes, immature laughter from 50-something year olds followed said comment.
Riveting indeed
Uncle and Aunt left, I went downstairs to face computer opponents in wii ping pong—at least the computers are always around. They kick some ass too…
T-9 minutes I enter the land of the 20’s.
too bad it’s not 21, that’s all I have to say. Hopefully a year from now I will not be alone, on a couch, with a swollen face listening to the clocks ticking. (we have a lot of clicking clocks in this house—odd)
Right now—I just miss my brother
birthday wish: Ben, come back.
here’s to 20
