Pennies

I carry mine in Gucci bags, slung over one shoulder, zippers undone, flaps open for all to see. They're heavy, but only heavy for me. Depending on the bag and its mood at the time, it may feel light for you. Here's hoping.

Some entries ago, I wrote that I would stop talking about the negative aspects of my life. This task is proving harder than it should. What can I write about when the only thing I focus on, day in and day out, is the bad?

I’ve been cursed to dream, banished from living.

I want to say more, so much more, but I can’t find the urgency to do so. I keep pennies in a pocket with a hole in it. Whatever that means. The imagery is there, I guess.

Anyone out there?