Kat-Lyn D.

Tonight I tuned into to the Golden Globes. I don't usually watch awards shows--even Twitter can't influence me to always participate in one of my favorite childhood pastimes. But tonight was different. I cut off the DVR recording of Rick & Morty reruns, and decided to see what was going on with all these gorgeous actors dressed in black. While I was at first dismayed because, "Who cares what rich white women are going to wear to celebrate white mediocrity while they remain rich, and I remain unemployed because my last boss didn't believe I deserved to be employed because black after he hired me over the phone?" Excuse me while I lick my wounds.

I gave myself time,    but it kept taking so long. I gave myself life,   but I desperately wanted to share it with someone. I gave myself love,    but I felt so lonely. I gave myself hope,    but I couldn't shake my fears. I gave myself dreams,    but didn't know how to make them come true. I gave myself a blueprint,    but couldn't figure out how to build. I gave myself a deadline,   but I stared at the ceiling instead.

The air was warm and the salt water sprayed at her ankles as she jogged along the shoreline. Her ponytail swung back and forth across her shoulders as she breathed in and out the sea air as her feet fell, kicking up sand behind her. Sade crooned to her through the headphones forcing her to close her eyes. She sang about still really, really loving someone so much she forgot how to love herself first, but dammit, if she didn't make the thought of it sound good.

 Or am I?