He doesn’t talk to his mom anymore.He’s doing a full-time job that embarrasses him. He’s doing it mainly for the money and the health insurance. And because it’s easy.He has a problem with a smell in his carpet at home.He’s not writing.He’s not intellectually challenged.He doesn’t get enough true empathy.He’s lonely.
He doesn’t know if he can be in a romantic relationship.He has trouble finding peace.He’s hoping that which is alive in him… but dormant… can be revived. That the coals can be re-stoked.For if he doesn’t write, he’s not truly alive. And if he’s not truly alive… what the heck is the point?