Indulgence

I feel so Indulgent. Self congratulating my every crawl-step, out-of-step with life as we know it. Every pretty phrase becomes a novel, every pretty face a muse. When will I hang this ego at the door and start the work? I will never be a slave to anyone but myself. I need only become my own master.

Advertisements

Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: