Carleyde
Sehensuck. That feeling of being awake and aware and ready for whatever's going to come next, but also feeling scared that "it" will never come. Wanting to move forward but clinging to something wonderful, something delicious that happened on a yellow day.
Am I disillusioned to believe that I have a chance at making it in this career? Well, the thing is, I have what it takes. I have the talent, the looks, the intelligence: I can feel it. I know it when I do it. It's the thing. But, I don't believe in myself at all. I can't help but compare myself to others who do my thing, even though I know that's not helpful at all.
I'm sitting on my back porch enjoying the morning air. It's crisp and somehow totally rejuvenating. Larry's house sits just two houses away and I can't help but smirk about it. What are the chances? If he were to walk out right now I could wave, 'Hello'.