Everything is Worth It

[J.L. McGrael]

Black ink tattoos the ancient skin of his LIterature degree, stretched upon the wall with a dusty shard of glass, planked by sanded plain black wood. He steps through his apartment door, whose cracked paint resembles the roadmap of his life: lots of streets going nowhere. His Timex bleeps its midnight chime while he makes himself a cup of tea, as it does every night after work. He gleans a book from the dust-free piles which occupy the TV's place in his living room. He sips his tea, and sits on his sleep deprived couch; eyes sticking to his Literature degree for a moment before being tattooed with the black ink of his book. He smiles, "Everything is worth it."

[J.L. McGrael]

thanks!!

that's what I was going for so I'm glad to see it worked

[Angela]

A nice twist at the end. I expected bleakness and ended up feeling like words can still sustain. Thank you.