INSPIRATION, ODDS & HOPE
Dear you,
yes: you who are reading me,
you who are a writer,
what do you think about feelings and emotions?
About it, right now in my real life I’m kinda torn.
This life is so peculiar: one minute I can hope, another one I lose it.
There are some good news here and there, and thank God I can hear and read those too; because the bad ones, unfortunately, hit me way harder.
Kinda a doom scroller here, I’ll admit it. -19:
My dawn is filled with clouds, right here.
They look a bit like the sea, or maybe the ocean; they fly and move, led by the wind.
Disappearing, maybe, when the sun will finally rise.
I’m editing, oh if I am: I’m completely rewriting the story here and there too, because inspiration commands me so.
It’s a bit of a fallout in my book, right now. I’ll see what to do with it, in the end.
Do I know what I’m doing? Maybe I do, maybe not at all.
Anyway the more and more I edit, the more and more fear of rejection hits me hard and knocks me out.
Maybe my real life work, aka teaching during the pandemic, is not helping (this “maybe” is profoundly ironic).
But I’ll keep going.
Me and Art, we’re friends I guess.
I don’t know if it really wants to dance with me, when the lights are off.
It’s more like I keep dancing, hoping to make it fall in love with me for real.
Thank you for reading me. Really.
After all, the night is over now. Another school day begins.
Survive with me if you can, never stop trying: we could succeed. Together.
