My entire life hahahahaha
From Lifeguard Station 26 / #15, 1999
by John Humble
Everything shades from pink to violet,
sunset broken along our family trees.
We are stars, missing points and
digging ourselves into holes
along the receding glass sea.
Trespassing along misshapen boardwalks,
teeth plaqued with debauchery.
Running loose from our shoes,
leaving damp trails…
I’m writing, after months of not putting pen to paper for anything but school assignments, I’m writing.
What I’m writing is good. I’m proud of the work I’m doing. The work I’m doing for myself, on my own. For what I’m producing independently. For the words that are spilling out of me faster than I can get them down on paper.
I woke up today and realized, holy shit. This is who I am. I haven’t been myself in months. It’s like waking up in your own bed after months away. It’s like putting your skin back on after months of being nothing but frayed nerve endings. It’s like returning to a lover that you’ve been separated from. It’s so many things, all of them good. All of them important.
God damn it, I’m writing. I’ll never stop again.
this gives me life and inspires me to step up my lipstick game
me: *drinks water* health god