Not Now.

People want hope. We all need hope. But what happens when the only hope you have is that things will stay the same and not get worse? Does hope have to give you hope? Can hope just be a blunt sentiment in your gut that tells you that things at least won’t get worse, for a little while? Is it then still hope? I’m not sure. Mint chocolate tea. At Davids Tea. Am I becoming a hipster? Impossible. What am I becoming? What happened to the budding artist? Struck down in her prime by a bipolar bolt. I am so thirsty for real communication. For human contact. I’ll find it. Finally found a book I can read. A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. Time to dive back in. Sorry readers, I’m just not in a writing place right now. The time will return. 

About Moon Eggs

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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