I am done for the night
I’ve given too much of myself into these words
without getting anything in return
I opened up
And poured it all out
Now I am dry.
On empty
Nothing left
Except the last grasp of what it’s like to be human
No new words
No new stories
Just the life I have
And the words that go with it
So goodnight world
I will try again another day
I will try to pull something out of myself
and share it for y’all to pick apart,
tomorrow
-C.H.
“Hello Clint.” “Hey Doc. Do you think I can stretch while we talk today? Do you have a foam roller?” “No Clint, I don’t have a foam roller here. But you’re welcome to stretch. Are you tense?” “Tight.”
“Aye Doc! What’s crappening??” “Oh you know, same shit, different day.” “Holy shit Doc! I’ve been saying, ‘what’s crappening?’ for ten years and no one has nailed a response like that! Bravo sir.” “It
“Heya Doc! How’s it hanging?? Oh! I like the scruff. Looking very hipster my guy. I like it. Anyways, what's new?? What’s going on? I missed you at the pub last week. I was keeping an eye out for you.
