The Books

I read novels to pass the time.  I’ve now made it past the 6 month "trial" period and now have the insurance etc of a full time employee.  It is still strange.  A strange way to live.  Married but only together on weekends mostly.  The week before Thanksgiving.  Black Friday.  I remember looking forward to that day.  Now it seems that I have most if not all of the things that are such great deals.  I guess I hope to live long enough to live.  I don’t write often anymore.  I don’t feel anymore.  Not like I did.  Not when I was inspired to write.  Is this what it is like to get old?  To slowly dry up and blow away?  For the earth is hollow and I have touched the sky.