Open the curtains, brew the coffee.
Let the sun shine. It’s time.
My hand has forgotten how to grip the pen
and paint scribe on my canvas.
What is it like, I can barely recall
the words used to fall from my lips
and splash the page.
Now words never make it past my tongue
I had reality crash on me in waves.
I didn’t fight the current when it pulled me out to sea.
I lost count of the days. I floated in the sun.
by some luck I found a current which brought me here.
on some rocky desolate beach.
A lighthouse sits at the top of the rocks. It’s light is flickering
If I want to ever escape this seaside purgatory I’m going to climb the spiraling stairs and find fuel for the light.