getting out of bed is quite the feat
when the days are long
and the nights are bleak
I don’t know what I feel like today
all I know is
I don’t feel like doing much at all, I’m afraid.
so I’ll stay here tucked under these warm sheets
and wait for time to pass
as my energy depletes
and give it a go tomorrow, another day
let’s try again then –
we’ll see what I say.
one thing I can tell you is that I love the texture of a good pen
the feeling of the scrape, or glide, against the grainy paper
the sound of scribbles, etches, curves and swirls
the simple joy of writing filling me with desire to fill the page
doodling for the sake of seeing how the ink flows
journaling for the sense of letting it out
pouring myself out deliciously via pen
not many things we share in this world with complete strangers, except the sun in the sky and the moon at night.
stars and shimmers
lights from billions of years ago
light up the sky
tell a story
much older than you and I.
One Page, One Day Writing 