motivation-less
don’t want to write today
at least not in long form.
just want to sleep in longer
already 9:30 but feels like it’s 11.
sleeping in feels like laziness,
makes me feel like I have nothing to wake up for.
sadness,
lack of motivation,
quarantine.
not like I was doing anything crazy before
quarantine.
but I want to go to a coffee shop.
I want to go to the woods.
I want to be somewhere else Monday through Friday
that isn’t my house.
is that too much to ask?
isn’t my house enough though?
am I ungrateful?
no.
just honest,
looking for something different than what I have now,
waiting,
for something different
hoping that day will come
where the days of nothingness combine
and create a something-ness.
until then,
maybe I’ll sleep in
get some work done,
keep writing
and stop complaining.
or I’ll leave
and go someplace else
far away from people and traffic lights,
that would be nice,
sounds nice.
Maybe I’ll go there.