Walls - 100 words

I couldn't really think of a title I wanted. It's been a while longer than it should have been, eh? I look at the prompt every week. I didn't realize so many weeks had gone by. I didn't really do anything radical or brave, but just writing is a radical change for me. This week's 100 Words prompt is 'Walls'. Check it out here.

Just once, I don’t want to wake to the smell of the damp on the ceiling, the sight of my crumbling walls and the sound of my neighbours fucking next door.

I want to wake up on top of the world. I want to wake up to clear skies, a gentle breeze and soothing birdsong. I want to wrap my clean duvet around me and look out over canyons and streams. Spend the day drinking red wine and expensive tea.

Nobody cat-calling me as I walk to work. Nobody watching me and criticizing.

I want to feel alone, just once. 

Just Waiting.

It's been a long time since I did the 100 word challenge. It's been a long time since I even wrote anything. This week's word is surviving and I thought about it for a while. I've tried to purge writing from my life. I've ignored it, insulted it, hated it, replaced it with mindless television. And the urge is still there. It survived. But it's gone a long time without living. It could be a while until it reaches it's previously vibrancy. Nevertheless, here I am giving in. Giving in feels kinda nice. You can see and join the challenge here @ VelvetVerbosity.

“My girl, surviving ain’t the hard part. Get your sleep, drink coffee, shovel in some food. It’s living that’s hard.”

I hoped awful coffee wasn’t really a vital ingredient.

“And how do you live?” I asked, wanting an amusing drunken rant from my granddad.

“Well, you climb mountains; fall in love. Stuff like that, I guess.

Truth is kid, I can’t really tell. It’s different for everyone. Go read some Emerson quotes.”

“What was it for you?” I pushed him, eager for a story.

“I haven’t found it yet. It’ll come. I’m just waiting.”

“87 years is a long wait.”