Busy (Prose)

Busy

It’s 7am on January 1

So far:

·         I spoken only one cuss word to myself

·         I’ve spoken aloud to no one except Steve the Dog (except the cuss word)

·         I’ve planned my escape, and possibly my demise

·         I’ve said goodbye to everything, and hello to whatever lies ahead

·         I’ve had no new love interests all year (and no old ones either, except the One that won’t go away).

·         I’ve written some prose

·         I’ve put off a more peaceful route at least three times

·         I’ve felt some hope and already felt my old familiar, despair

·         I’ve planned at least four major life-direction possibilities that will manifest in the next 8 weeks.

I’m tired, and I need a nap.

--Eric Marley

January 1, 2014