Comments (0) Well now.
I’ve read what I’ve writ, I’ve had a sudden fit.
Not two times a day, one follow other.
Six thrice like the toss of dice.
What is had here? Certain, maddness held dear.
Scribed in haste, before thoughts turn waste.
Snapshot of pain, love, gain.
Remember: live as the past dies off.
Mmm… There is now a hooka named George here. Apple tobacco is a very slick invention. Mixing certain herbs with it and burning them through George emparts the user with a certain lucidity not found in more mundane states of mind.
It seems lately that I’ve just been… Down… Tired, exhausted, despondant, lethargic. Blah.
I just want to curl up in a little ball… Because I’m not getting much done anyways.
Shit, but what is it that I’m worried about? What is it that’s so important that I’m not doing it?
Work? No… School? No… That was years ago.
Nothing? That’s it. Some hopes, dreams and aspirations… Or maybe I shouldn’t start chasing those right now. Maybe I should just stick to the plan and back off from everything for a little bit and gain some perspective on it all. That was the plan, after all.
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