All I hear..
You are so good..
You need to write more..
Start writing those books..
I sit in front of my computer..
I hear your words..
I think about my dishes, my weight, my failures..
My bills, my mom, my floors..
You see I am my own worst enemy..
My brain doesn’t work like yours..
You say I am good, and at times I agree.
But I would rather do dishes, than just be..