I need to write.
I should be writing every day.
Didn’t write yesterday.
Should have, but didn’t.
Should have written about the apples cascading by my window in a quick violent gravitational burst.
Should have serenaded the oil painting sky, confessed to the moon.
There were a lot of things that should have been done yesterday.
Today, I can do anything.
I can express my own soul’s personal injuries.
I can strike through trembling fears and erupted emotions.
I can do this all with a keystroke.
Tapping my fingers really can change the world.
All I need to do is write.
Tomorrow is meaningless if I don’t do anything about today.
Nothing today will still be nothing tomorrow.
But I can be anything tomorrow.
I just have to stop doing nothing today.
I think writing is a good start to something.