writer's block

i wake up and think,
today's going to be different.

today's going to be the one
that changes it all.

and yes, it's different
from the one before. but
not entirely.

it's not as hot.
it's a little sunnier.
it's friday.

the prefixes are not
changing the outcome, though.
like i'm stuck in a sentence
that uses different words
to describe the same thing.

what is it
that i'm waiting for?
for the next big show?
the next five digit paycheck?
the next i love you?

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
~Henry Miller

hm.

k.