lost ambition

I should go riding today. I'm having a day where I feel gloomy and trapped inside my house, and I miss her. The cure is riding, I think. I know I should go. I know I should go.

But I know that I won't go. I know that I'll curl up on the couch and close my eyes because it's easier to do nothing than to work on your goals. It's easier to just go to sleep than to think about your heartache.

There is nothing stopping me but my lost ambition.

tribute

I want to write a book about her, about us. I am afraid. I'm afraid I won't do it right, and then what kind of a tribute is that?