Science and Fiction - 390/1000

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

My stomach knotted
As soon as I woke up.
Today is a Tuesday.
And I haven’t written much,
Let alone anything good.

But I have a chance.
You like to be productive
In the morning,
Meaning you won’t want to listen
To me reading.
But you will eventually,
And given what I’ve previously observed,
I still have a few hours
Before you’ll be ready for a break.

Now all I need to do
Is put down this journal
And pick up my laptop.

I did put the journal down,
But I’m picking it back up.
It’s 10:30 now,
Meaning I tried for an hour
To get focused and write.
If future me can’t tell,
It hasn’t worked.
How do you do it?
I considered asking you,
But I figured that was exactly your thing.
You didn’t distract yourself.
That’s what I’m doing.
So I’ll just put down the journal…
Or I won’t…
Stop writing ellipses…
One more sentence.
The end.

I’m back, future me.
Or you.
I like writing “you”
In here.
It’s now around 11:30,
And while you’ll be disappointed
About the quantity,
You won’t be
About the quality.