Monday, July 02, 2012

THE PATH AHEAD

Now that I know what I've been looking for — and now that I have it in my hands — I move forward with purpose and skepticism.

I know better than to trust anyone; the nameless woman in my dream told me that was my fatal undoing in my last chapter.

I know not to play nice, to cook dinner, to be a great boyfriend or good partner.

I know the foolishness at bleeding over things I never needed.

The thought of needing just a small adjustment to make things better: laughable.

The notion of becoming a happy little writerWhat the fuck was I thinking?


New Ron still rules this roost. But in the middle of him is this solid core of cold. It's 90-plus degrees outside and I feel like I'm freezing inside. I used to think that would be a horrible way to feel. But now that it's here, I don't mind it so much. Some would call it a bitter outlook on life. I would call it realistic. And at least it fills up part of my insides so I don't feel so empty. That's something good, yes?

I'm hanging in there. I have to see how the story ends.


Onward. Forward. No looking back.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm fixing to come up there to beat two asses, Red. Yours is the first. WTF did she do/not do this time?

RON DAVIS said...

Anon 626: She didn't do anything. I'm just cold and tired.