I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle, Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall. Tuesnights.


Today I speak of nothingness But discontent and tired chest I look to far and distant place To things I love, things I embrace when all you do seem futile and plain do i blame me? my choices? my pain?

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Done

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call. So how am I liking my new job? I like it that there’s something new to learn everyday. I like it that…

Daily Prompt: Work? Optional!

If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time? Haha! This is a good question!  If I’m going to be lazy a** prick, definitely, this is a resounding NO. Hahaha! Forgive me but the idea of me…