Midnight Reflections

For once, I have nothing to say. It has been almost two months since i’ve uploaded a new story. Is this growth? Am I getting old? Am I no longer a kid? Has my frontal lobe fully developed?

I feel like for once in my life I am no longer full of so much anger and hatred. I feel fresh, as if I can finally breathe. This feels so…weird. I’ve never felt so at peace. Quick. Somebody piss me off.

Am I looking at the world with different lenses? Suddenly, life feels like I’m in a convertible driving with my shades on. This is an exhilarating feeling but why? What will be tossed at me next?

I’ve written so many drafts but none good enough for me. I’ve written about specific people but have temporarily opted out on publishing about one of them. I hope he feels lucky for that.

Lately, life hasn’t been a chore. I get invited out. I’m enjoying my summer. Maybe I’m where I need to be? This feels so different.

I can’t even write a long story about this peaceful time.

I have hope to publish another story soon, whether it be short or long. I am building courage. Maybe if I publish again, I’ll take this one down.

– A