Will Call

It's a cruel craft. Pages upon pages of words and mere morsels of any worth, at best. There's a short turn of phrase on page 15 that makes you smile softly in your chest but you're ready to throw out the following 24. I spent the day in sweatpants, tucked away in a corner of the room with the phone silent, the computer focused. There's a slow feeling along the inside of my skin that says this is who you are. I spend so much time playing pretend with the rest of the world.

I only hope it's worth it.