I have several stalled blog entries and yet more scrapes of notebook paper littering my desk.
My room is a mess, and it feels like my head is too. I quit smoking and staying up late, but I miss doing both.
I rally my words and they falter. I crave the future, but I keep looking back expecting it to be there.
It’s a challenge to be, yet I am still here.
I just have to wait.
These lulls happen and pass, but I notice them all the same.
Go to work. Clean up your room. And the dragon always spits the sun back out…
Solo: Uh, everything’s under control. Situation normal.
Voice: What happened?
Solo: Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh… everything’s perfectly all right now. We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?