I’m back to worrying about schoolwork - a favourite distraction of mine. it gets in the way of me thinking too deeply about more important things, and for this I’m sometimes grateful. I would like to fly through the next few months of work, though I know this would mean facing important decisions I already wish I could run from. I’ve trapped myself with a deadline, leaning on assignments as a means of forgetting the fact that I need to make up my mind.
I haven’t written any poetry in months. this happens more often lately, and though I know it shouldn’t mean much it does make me sad. I’d like to find the time to listen to myself properly like I used to so well. but time isn’t in excess right now. one day is a climb and a slide to the other side, knowing the same is to come with the following morning. I try to move at a pace I can manage, so much slower than I swear I once was. but I’m still here and waking to every new day. <<
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