And just for thought...
There is no one sitting beside me
nor is there anyone across from me
but I have this pen and this piece of paper.
All I do is ramble,
ramble about nothing,
the reality of my life,
rambling from one day to another.
No real direction.
No real time.
I tried myself some purpose the other day
but it didn't last very long.
I was side tracked by another cup of coffee,
held back by some meaningless conversation.
It happens often.
I sit with people for hours who are pointless,
dampening the little conviction I sometimes conjure.
I once believed I was going to be something of substance
but someone poisoned me with mediocrity.
I can't pinpoint when or I can but it doesn't matter.
All I know is I am a year older
and still there is nothing great to say for myself.
I have been sitting at this empty table forever.
Maybe I'll just pretend a tea party
and my only guests will always be this pen and this piece of paper.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.