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[theloulouge]

Life Lens - Entry 73

Blogging Through Sleepiness Lately, life’s been a bit of a whirlwind for me. My dad handed over one of his businesses to me, which is super exciting but also means I’m swamped with work. But you know what? I’m not giving up on my blog. It’s like my online diary, and I’m determined to keep it going. Funny thing though, as I write this, I’ve dozed off a couple of times. But hey, dedication, right?…

[naomimoorewrites]

For Your Amusement

Sour like thrown-up wine, acid on my tongue. It’s the taste that lingers, the kind that leaves a sourness stuck to your teeth. I don’t know why I’m still here, but here I am. Doing the best I can with what God gave me, which isn’t much. Not enough, certainly. But that's all I’ve got.

God takes what it wants. It doesn’t ask. It doesn’t even apologize. I’m not one for religion, but I think I get it now. My body’s not a temple, it’s more like an amusement park - littered with cotton candy and spilled popcorn, noisy, attracting people who are more interested in the cheap thrills than anything that might actually matter. I’ve got roller coasters of anxiety and a ferris wheel of regret, but no one’s coming to my rundown show. And the rides? They keep spinning anyway. No one’s stopping them.

No one’s stopping me. In the dead of night when there is no one around to see me consume consume consume There’s a light in the fridge, so what am I supposed to do? If we’re not supposed to have them, then why is the universe always handing me a little sweet treat, a little moment of distraction? And don’t even get me started on the microwave. You can heat up leftovers, no problem, but you can’t heat up your life. You can’t go back to that thing you screwed up three years ago and fix it. You can’t pop your mistakes into the microwave and hit “reheat.” That’d be nice, though. But if you’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, you’d know that the only thing reheated in this life is disappointment.

I’ve spent enough time staring at my reflection to know that I’m not special. If you had lived my life—if you could somehow do the thing where you get into my head and really feel it, front to back—you wouldn’t dare call me privileged. Or maybe you would, but you’d be wrong. Because the last time I checked, privilege doesn’t come with this kind of exhaustion, with this weight on your chest, with this sneaky voice in your head telling you that you’re nothing, that nothing you do matters. And that’s what I have. A voice. That’s all. The rest is just noise.

So, yeah, maybe I’m privileged. I get to wake up in a bed that’s mine and go to a fridge that’s stocked with food I can eat at 3 AM when the world’s asleep and I’m wide awake with nothing to do except stew in my own thoughts. Privilege doesn’t come with happiness. It comes with expectations. The constant sense that you should be better, do more, try harder. Maybe I’m tired of trying. Maybe I’ve been tired for years.

But I can’t stop, can I? Not now. It’s like being on one of those roller coasters that never ends. I’m strapped in, and the ride just keeps going.

I open my eyes to the same thing every day: the light in the fridge, the dark outside, the same dirty dishes that’ll still be there when I get back. It’s all so fucking predictable.

But if I’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, it’s this: you can hate it, but you can’t stop it. Not really. You can ignore it, numb yourself with whatever’s available - sleep, food, wine, Netflix - consume consume consume. But at the end of the day, it’s just you. And I’m not even sure who that is anymore.

So here I am. Still alive. Still here.

Doing the best I can with what God gave me.

[calschronicles]

life...

whoever told us how to do life? we take advice from people who have failed at one point or another. sometimes it feels like it's not enough to just live. they say "just live" but...i can't. to live means to let go and follow the path, but i want my own. am i selfish? am i confused? life isn't what we believe. and i'm so scared of that. but that's life...

[amo-ridere]

"Chewed to the Chin" I found out that I can write poems on my phone, so, here's this morbid one. #PoetryTwitter #signatured #morbidpoem #shortpoem #freeverse #writtenonthefly #latenightwriting #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CooRbMju2Nz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mistovyee]

When will I stop being that little girl.

[shyofacrescentmoon]

The reality is very blurred. And it is preposterous of me to drag you into my gloom tinted life.

But it is also my selfish act to let you see these gorgeous portraits, colourful vases and ripen fruits, making you believe here awaits you a splendid stay over.

If I am a little humane, I'd have asked you to close the front door and walk away; but, alas, I am the forgotten, forsaken serpent begging and hoping for an ounce of affection.

#latenightwriting #maybemylove #thoughtsspiralling #love #serpent

[livingantique]

all-encompassing

the ache in my chest, the shake in my knees, the gaze in my eye and just when i think i can catch my breath you whisper my name again

your divine existence rocks me to my very core.

☾ solstice a.

[gwenheifnerauthor]

Late night writing session. I havent been writing in a while but I felt some inspiration this evening and decided to sit down to write. #latenight #latenightwriting #nightwriting #inspiration #feelinginspired #writing #working #workinglate #writingbooktwo https://www.instagram.com/p/CZYZ5eZgECa/?utm_medium=tumblr

[prettylittlelyres]

Vogeltje - Update (1st September 2021)

I’ve passed 71,000 words on this polished draft, I have the query ready to send off, and about 5,000 words At Most left to write. I am sleepy and a little achy from working at my laptop for the past six hours with my only movements the walk to the kitchen and back for more coffee, and I am very tempted to leave the last few pages until the proper morning, once I’ve had a little nap.

I really do mean it, now: the end is in sight for this project! If I’m two days behind my (self-imposed so adjustable and therefore easy to ignore, unfortunately) “deadline”, I’ll still be at least as proud of myself and my work as I am right now. Ideally, though, I will be a good deal less achy and an excellent deal less sleepy.

Here, I say goodnight ‘til it be about three hours later (”morrow”), and sign off for the moment, with 71,016 words down and c.5,000 to go.

Happy writing, everyone, and, to those of you participating in September’s PitMad tomorrow, happy pitching!

[karolinium]

i like my early bedtime and early mornings way too much to pull all nighters, but lately i’ve been making the most of the late night motivation and productivity spikes. first one today at 0:05, second one today at 20:30 in my fav library

[amandadavaloswrites]

Last night I had a burst of inspiration and it led to a 2 am writing session. The writing was great until I realized that I had written an entire scene where nobody talked. In my sleep deprived haze I could only think of this moment from the office. #writerslife #earlymorningwriting #latenightwriting #theofficememes #theoffice #jimhalpert #notalking #tuesdaythoughts #ineedcoffee #missingsleep #2amwritings #2amwritingsession #goingtobedearlytonight #writingromance #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofinstagram #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authorlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CThZ9JRL0tx/?utm_medium=tumblr

[go-pull-the-trigger]

#5am #cantsleep #depression #latenightwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Jf9qZnwJF/?igshid=16sm5rv3kdv5q

[mistovyee]

A good image is necessary no matter how ugly the reflection in mirror is.

[charcaz]

Self published some of my poems on amazon. There is also a kindle version too. . . #selfpublish #2amthoughts #latenightwriting #poems #poetey #amazon #writer #writing #kindle #peperback #book https://www.instagram.com/p/B7zKtWVnezuRpPuKz655xONbyJ3LO3KrbTN9KA0/?igshid=29evthm4zfwa

[greeneyezthickthighs]

All the stars in the sky

And yet

I’d rather get lost in your blue eyes

One look

And I can feel the waves crashing over me

The stars can wait

-blue like the sea

[her--words]

“Treated my heart like a boomerang and it came right back.”