Today, I am again reminded of how reading takes you to the place you least expect to be and yet feel that it was a needed shove.
I cover paper with words every day,
But the stories never go anywhere
I find worth going.
-Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Chapter 11, page 45
I remember saying this to a loved one recently. I told her that I do write but it sort of still sucks and depresses the shit out of me that I haven't written anything that goes out to where I want it to be. The exchange came over a cup of coffee, recent memories, feels and slight realizations.
She said that I know that I am good at what I do and that is what separates me from her. I refuse to accept that statement.
She is lovely. I always forget to tell her that.
Today I am reminded again of how much I refuse to learn the essential things. I need to close my eyes to the superficial as I feel more mundane than I was yesterday. I am also reminded of how the creases on her eye lids have smeared the emerald tint of her liner.
I need to go back into loving things, people and the prospect of tomorrow. I need to be reminded always and it sucks.