Purple Sentences

Sentences have been purple lately. And that is how I think. When I come to my computer here at night I'm often very tired, so tired that my senses are numbed and my brain is left to gasp for air while a voice tells me to go to bed, go to bed.

When my mind is freshest, instead of writing I end up doing work, work as in work work, as in work expected of me at my job, work that I often enjoy, though I enjoy writing more, and I would rather write than work, that is not to say work is not fun, for it is not not fun, it is often amusing giving much room to think and create, but I’d rather be scribbling away at my story, that is not to say I’m selfish.

Dear me.

At the beach today the water was cold and while stepping over each boulder to make way toward a rocky point that juts out toward the water, I slipped and almost fell. Then I looked up and saw my friend taking a picture of my two other friends who are siblings: a brother and a sister. They tilted their heads for the picture. They had it taken. Then they asked if I wanted to be in the picture. I smiled and made a gentle and natural gesture that tells them I was so happy to have made it here to this point, I’d be content to just feel the breeze and watch you have your pictures taken.

I wanted to lie down and sleep. That was today. Did I really want to lie down and sleep? I only remember it was comfortable. Maybe I’m the one who wants to lie down and sleep.

‘Til tomorrow night.