today is pretty

although maybe that’s not such a good idea. i’m such a bad influence.

whining about creative angst when i’m overworked. sighing in boredom, lost and flailing, when there’s free time to be found. will the tides ever match up? the tides of free time and inspiration. will they ever pull together in sync?

is it a ruse — the creative, premeditated twinkle in my eye? here to put me off course or here to guide me? something to honor or something to lose? something made of wishes? or made of promise?

are we really meant to spend our entire lifetime searching? or is it someday going to stop? or is that what i’m afraid of?

consider this…before you follow me.