taylor’s birthday. she’s 17. time flies. not enough time spent with her. not enough love. not enough talks. not enough “daddy/daughter dates.” i have had 17 years to connect with her and, yet, i still do not do it. when will i connect? connect and love and converse and play and guide and comfort and listen.
daddy and daughter.
happy birthday taylor.
long week of work.
long drives.
lonely drives.
dull drives.
too many hours spent on my ass and not enough hours spent creating.
sara always mad no matter what i do.
no matter where i work.
not offering solutions just sitting in “poor me” behaviour and blame. trying to shame.
no empathy.
no solutions.
STUCK.
STUCK IN BOREDOM.
STUCK IN SAFETY.
NO FRIENDS.
NO ENEMIES.
NO LIFE.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES.
that’s the saying. i remember it now.
slow down and feel.
or speed up and do.
meditate.
music.
shake it up and then…
WRITE.
WRITE.
CREATE.
FEEL.
VULNERABILITY.
DO NOT LET THE BOREDOM DRAG ME DOWN.
observer of human behaviour.
need a shit.
always need a shit.
murphy and taylor and sara and me.
we are family.
notanotherphony. 