I just want to write.

But I gotta eat.

And I gotta sleep.

Hopefully inside and consistently.

I would love nothing more than to just write my life away

If it was all I could do all day every day

But I gotta go to work they say.

Cuz I gotta eat.

And I gotta sleep.

Hopefully inside and consistently.

I might have to sacrifice one. 

I don’t think I’ll survive without at least one.

I could definitely do without a job.

But I gotta eat. 

Cuz I gotta wake up.

Why?

I don’t know.

I woke up yesterday and the yesterday before that.

I figure that’s just where I’m at.

I guess that’s what I gotta do.

Cuz I keep getting up.

Even when I wanna lay down.

I keep getting up.

Even when I didn’t really want to.

Even when I kinda hoped this was the last thing.

I ain’t really wanna survive some of this.

I just wanna write…