Menu Home

Saturday, February 12, 2022

It’s getting late, getting cold, am I too old to be told what to believe?

Alone I contemplate the meaning of the memories and dreams in my head, forgetting the many things said to and about me over the years.

Cat on bed, hat on head, read a book about two guys finding love, wonder what that would be like.

Fell asleep as I waited for the next episode of Euphoria. Thinking of a story once told to me. I can see things in ways you never considered before.

A new day, no way to say the mood I’m in so I stare at the computer screen until I find something to do to take my mind off of my lonely life.

Categories: poetry writing

Tagged as:

jasonwhitaker29171

Please consider the Following:

https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment

https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87

https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography

http://patreon.com/jason29171

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker

https://www.fjasonphoto.com/

https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/

%d bloggers like this: