Stall

The to-do lists and deadlines pile up around me, mountains of demands screaming in my eardrum while I cower in a corner, exhausted by the nor'easters dragging around my little shoebox on the corner. The super doesn't show, as he always never shows, we all battle demons but differently, there are flowers in my vases but tears in my limbs, I haven't written a good word all year, its absence rips at my sinew, devours my insides, I falter. 

There are things more important than six figure incomes and looking good on paper. 

You forget, so easily you forget. But when the word reminds itself to you..

How the heart swells beyond anything you ever dared to dream.