Good intentions and the highest hopes...

I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time or I find quotes that somewhat vaguely describe my current circumstances. Though not really, not at all in fact. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than stories lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and worn out cheeks from all the laughing while watching the sunset. Why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for. Everything I ever wanted.