HARD TIME

The rain trickled down my bedroom window.

I woke up a while ago but didn’t have the energy to move.

The world tells us to wake up and improve our lives no matter how we are feeling. After some time scrolling through social media that was the message I got anyway.

After passing the time away doing exactly what all the self-proclaimed motivational speakers I had been watching told me not to do, whilst they used the very platform they told me not to do it on to market their words of wisdom, I decided to stop scrolling and make a cup of coffee. Perhaps the perceived energy from caffeine would get me writing.

I stumbled into the kitchen and made a poor excuse of that coffee. It was watery, black and lacking in love.