I'm not going anywhere.
I ate yesterday.
If I can see Discord over the pile of empty cans, I can see this too.
I'm just going to sit in this chair anyway.
They're up there. I'm down here.
It's already over half gone. That'd be pointless.
I can do that later. Tonight, after I have done this.
I will make the list tonight. Now, it is time for this.
I can do that tomorrow, on Monday.
This one is exactly as important right now.
After I have done this, I can start on that.
But first.... this.
What will be will be; it is what it is.
It won't make what I actually do any more impactful.
That is the easy way.
Give me the hard way.
Call it minimalism.
Call it free verse poetry or #something.
As in doing something. It's something.
If you don't like it, you just don't appreciate art.
Works for those sculptures made of garbage, right?
Anyone who truly cares will understand.
They will still be there when I am finished.
And.
They will like me better, once I like myself. 🍋