You Are Always Someones Favorite Unfolding Story

You Are Always Someones Favorite Unfolding Story

If I Was A Waitress, I Was Too Tired At The End Of The Day When I Came Home To Try To Write.

The Light Was Cut To Lace By The Trees That Had Grown So Thick With Leaves In The Last Few Months.

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

Everybody Believes In Chance.