Bloom
There I was. A lonely Sunday afternoon. Another weekend rushed by. I look out of my big windows enjoying the sun and the bloom of spring. I’m bored and restless although I have a million things I could be doing on my ever-growing to-do list. Yet here I am. Looking at the outside from the safety of within. I often daydream about what perhaps a future life of mine looks like. On a day like today I can see myself maybe checking out a cute rooftop bar with my Sex and City clique-Black Queer edition. Or maybe on my way to Paris or South Africa for a little me time after weeks on end of working my several successfully running businesses. Or sitting on my private balcony of my new condo. And even perhaps all of these things coming together to form one big happy life for me. A life I’m in control of. Monday came and went as somewhat of a blur. I find myself lounging on my futon listening to jazz. Anxiety raging as always but hell what’s new? I find myself ...
