love on the rocks

Love On The Rocks

The time is negligible, and the location is moot. I can see that my neighbors’ garage is open, and after I post this, I think I’m going to go see what’s up with him. Even though, seriously, I want to go to sleep. It’s been a long day, and…well, it’s not like short days are any better, but you know what I mean.

I am alone and I don’t like being alone. It’s not a dangerous situation. It’s not like I’m not going to off myself, or start drinking again…but damn if I don’t dislike being alone. I am sad. I want a partner in life. That is something I realize now. It’s weird how I didn’t realize that before. Maybe I just wasn’t owning up to it. Life can be difficult and confusing, but we get through it together. Teamwork makes the dreamwork. Yeah. Maybe I don’t know nothin’ about that teamwork. Or, maybe I know more than most. It’s not impossible to tell.

Words.

Maybe I said what I said today because I wanted to start a fight. It wasn’t until hours after the fact, that I considered why I said what I said. I realized that I didn’t have to say it. I’m not exactly happy that I said it. 

Love is love, and like anything organic, it can manifest in more places than you can imagine; and quickly.

My love for writing is immense. Boy oh boy. Do I do it, or what?

I don’t know if I feel like writing right now. I kind of feel like sleeping. My problem is that I always feel like I want to keep writing, but then I write so much, it’s a burden to publish. Trying to work on that. Today is a demonstration.

My neighbors garage door is closed now. I guess I am just going to go to sleep. I am quite tired. Falling asleep while I write this, actually.

x. Spark Twain