living

it is hard to stop when you’re running a race a marathon, if you will it’s like an endless chase there is no end in sight and perhaps none exists but every once in a while you’ll feel yours within your reach you will separate yourself from the reality that you live in isolation is …

procrastination

one flickering light bulb lit the room in yellow i think of an old friend who always called it “‘ello” a heavy mountain of textbooks sits itself beside me the unseen pages stare i feel a jolt of anxiety i glare back in red angry at them for existing making hollow promises that were beyond …

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