One Sentence a Day, December ‘21
If I’m being utmost honest, I feel as if writing a sentence a day, whether it makes sense or not, if it’s a diamond or coal, or even if it’s merely one word, it has helped spark my inspiration in different areas of my writing.
I don’t really sit down and think of a sentence that I feel will be helpful in any way, I more so go on with my days per usual and write one of my [many] arbitrary thoughts to make some room.
December 1st, 8:49 p.m.: I’d give it all up to be a bird in Paris surviving off croissant crumbs from the floor; preferably dove, preferably almond.
December 2nd, 7:32 p.m.: I hug her and my heart breaks; but even then, I still hold on as long as I can.
December 3rd, 3:33 p.m.: But saying it out loud merely makes it real and as if I’m irrational.
December 4th, 10:57 a.m.: All that life asks of me always rushes toward me at once, and I had the audacity to schedule a brunch date amidst havoc.
December 5th, 2:13 p.m.: But why would this time be different? The very question that keeps me from you.
December 6th, 4:25 a.m.: There’s always more than one way to say something.
December 7th, 4:26 a.m.: Today is a day for longer meditations, too much distraction going on up there.
December 8th, 9:31 a.m.: I had the most serene dream last night…I was reaching out over a ledge as I held myself back from a smooth, winding, life-size banzai tree as I reached out to feel the heavy rain plummet to my palm.
December 9th, 4:18 a.m.: You were the last thing on my mind last night and the first on it today.
December 10th, 12:29 p.m.: Why is it always an option that I must consider? Every time…
December 11th, 11:03 p.m.: Thankful to have a day out of my head.
December 12th, 4:01 a.m.: I wrote you a letter…I hope you’ve seen it.
December 13th, 3:06 p.m.: When my head is clear and my heart is lighter, I’ll tell you… (I am afraid that day will never show)
December 14th, 11:45 a.m.: Think about something else for a change.
December 15th, 5:58 p.m.: You.
December 16th, 9:26 p.m.: Inescapably you.
December 17th, 9:31 p.m.: I despise that I oftentimes end up finding what I seek, but then again, it may as well be an illusion of the longing.
December 18th, 11:18 p.m.: It’s difficult to see something different when the heart shows you exactly what you want…I’m in love with an illusion.
December 19th, 3:52 p.m.: Why is it always 3 o’clock?
December 20th, 12:27 p.m.: Banana pancakes for my problems.
December 21st, 4:22 a.m.: The fantasy is fading because I’m tired of waiting.
December 22nd, 11:12 a.m.: I’m just going at this point. Going, going, going, going; maybe soon I’ll meet gone.
December 23rd, 2:18 p.m.: Being understanding and able to see the abstract world is a curse that I am unsure I can go on living with.
December 24th, 11:14 a.m.: Lying in my dimmed room as the rain hits my window, in a t-shirt and underwear, I daydream of you next to me, with your lips to mine as the sky cries on.
December 25th, 11:58 a.m.: If I must, will I do it for you and your sanity; I can’t take knowing that my desire for you tortures.
December 26th, 3:41 p.m.: Because I couldn’t go on not knowing what would’ve happened if I told you; regardless of the outcome, I had to know, as did you.
December 27th, 3:55 p.m.: The show must go on.
December 28th, 1:22 p.m.: I love strangely insane people; they make me feel as though I can be myself, comfortably.
December 29th, 9:42 a.m.: No matter how high you get, you will always come down.
December 30th, 12:51 p.m.: Hopeful and ready.
December 31st, 4:46 a.m.: Back to the drawing boards.
