This is where I start. I have lost much that I’ve started with creation. When I don’t know what to do, I go back to the start.
The start is always just words.
Creating is not neat and tidy. Creation isn’t pretty and contained.
It’s going to suck.
Everything is going to suck.
My day started with a selection of berries and some flavourless eggs.
Then I had to go to the walk-in clinic to get a TB skin test.
Then I walked from my apartment to the McDonald’s around the corner for an order of fries. This is the first time I’ve left my house unaccompanied in weeks. The high-dose steroids haven’t completely fixed my vision, but it’s good enough to get fries.
Then I had an hour long nap.
I think I’m going back to bed now.
Yesterday, I jumped. Today, I’m still floating in air.
No landing spot.
I have a list of words though.