F Jason Whitaker

 Wednesday, May 31, 2023 Letters arranged, moments engaged, setting staged, characters managed as tales unfold magically from blank screen to a world imagined. The empty streets reminded him of how alone he always has been as the lights no longer flicker to life. Some of the street lights are broken and some are leaning to one side ready for that day when they will crash to the ground. He walks the same path as he has for the past few years, since that day in late October years agon in which everything changed, since he found himself the last living person for miles around. He is uncertain about the rest of the world and he is not daring enough to venture out beyond his safe zone. Wednesday. I had strange dreams that I have forgotten. I did one thing today that I will receive a gift card for doing. I have no idea what I will do for the rest of the day... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠h

 Tuesday, May 30, 2023 Slow down, watching time go, time flow with the rhythm of words in my head read about a life imagined now I'm living life imagining in moments of time like dreams in my waking hours. Stairs greet him as he exits the street, the sound of rain echoing as the door closes slowly behind him, he takes the first step toward an uncertain meeting with someone he only knows about from one image. I am going to a couple of places today. I attended a webinar on Zoom. I have no idea what else I will do today... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠ ⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠ ⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠ ⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠ ⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitake

 Monday, May 29, 2023 Empty streets, sheets of paper waiting for words, rain falling down as people gather around inside to keep dry. He sits motionless in the boat that rocks gently to and fro as the sun begins to peek about nearby treetops. The sounds of nature echo in surround sound around him as he watches the body beside the boat slowly sink beneath the surface and vanish to the depths below. Slow is the motion of his movements in these moments of uncertainty. He can hear the distant sirens knowing with certainty that his freedom is coming to an end. I have applied to a couple of job openings so far today. I am considering what I will do today. I am considering what I will do with my life. I am uncertain of everything... https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠ ⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠ ⁠https://www.a

 Sunday, May 28, 2023 The fellow sat on a pillow, feather in a hat and a cat chasing a rat across the wooden floor to the hole in the wall, still feeling the breeze through an open window the fellow called to the door for someone to knock louder next time. He sits with his back to the door, trying to ignore the chatter coming from the other room, he plays a hand of solitaire as the street lights outside flicker to life. The room is his bedroom. He sits in a wooden chair with the cards placed upon his made bed. His head moves in rhythm with music coming from the upstairs bedrooms. He hears the chatter as background vocals to the songs playing as he plays a game on his bed... Another Sunday and I am still here alone in my bedroom missing things of the past as I wonder what my future will be like. I went to one place today. I have not done much of anything today... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠h

 Saturday, May 27, 2023 I have more writing on the sites below. Take this time to visit and share the links below: It is raining today. It has been cold this morning. I am going to one place today. I have no idea what else I will do today... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠ ⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠ ⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠ ⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠ ⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠ ⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠ ⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠ video editing: ⁠https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes⁠ ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sJ3MSddoSw ⁠ ⁠https://vimeo.com/240788065⁠ ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCJvaILKxZQ⁠ ⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWaIExl

 Friday, May 26, 2023 Cold air, breeze swaying tree tops, promise of rain on my way home. He paces the place beside his bed, watching his phone, watching the television, watching the outside through the window. He wants to call him and tell him how much he loves him. He wants to tell him that he wants to be more than friends. He paces knowing that he will remain silent... I went to a couple of places today. I was planning to ride my bike some but it was chilly and windy and felt like it could rain at any moment. I feel tired. I am listening to the book Paper Towns. It is supposed to rain tomorrow and Sunday... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠ ⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠ ⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠ ⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠ ⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠ ⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jason29

 Thursday, May 25, 2023 Days of drifting through time, finding a dream waiting as you close your eyes, nothing left of all of those years but the memories of moments between dreaming... In an empty room, he sits on the carpeted floor reminding himself that this is his space. He looks around at the empty walls. He imagines a bed. He imagines this room populated by his possessions. He recalls the days and nights of sleeping in his car. He recalls everything he owns placed in a storage unit waiting for him to retrieve. These days are long. Waiting for the uncertain. Being cautious but nervous about what could happen next. I wait and I dream of better days. I wait and imagine a life I could have someday. I went to a few places today. I plan to speak about that on my podcasts. I am going somewhere tomorrow... ⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠ https://jason29171.substack.com/ ⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠ ⁠https://medium.com/@jason2