10 years ago

or perhaps 3 years

I made this account.

I told myself I'll write stories, poems, enter contests

I thought

I thought about a lot of things then

in my early twenties when the shape of the universe was this ever unfolding beautiful green thing

that stretched before me like an unending river

instead of the dark,one lane road it is now

heading into the forest with no hope and no direction

10 years later and 10 dreams dead

I sit here with my account now opened

nursing alcohol on my lap

the taste of bitter on my breath, sweet sharpness of the liquor

I guess today is different from yesterday