The Day Doesn’t Dawn
Where I don’t at least think about writing in some capacity. I really do dwell on it quite a bit, and I wonder to myself why I haven’t done anything with it yet. I regret all this wasted time, all this time spent wasting away. But at the same time I don’t mind at all the wasting. I am enjoying myself during it, it isn’t like something terrible is happening, just nothing useful really. I play video games, watch TV, do nothing, or a number of any other useless things. Now I’m thinking about becoming a librarian, it seems like a solid idea. Become the one who is the keeper of the books, the keeper of the knowledge, never the one to create the knowledge. Not one of the ones who creates the books, just watches them, keeps an eye on all those tomes until the end of time. Maybe…just maybe the watcher could add one, just one. Someday.
