winter
what happens when there's no inspiration for the life, aspiration for the means?you drown in your own wisdom choking on words that describe you and everything you see
im compelled by limited emotions, unfeeling hypersensitivity
stuck in this struggle that is my bubble with no force to drive me into being.
soon i suppose, constantly cold, sleep is the only comfort i perceive.
lame.ness..
i have to teach that class again tomorrow and i dont feel like doing it.
skip a day or sleep through it. no, here's my responsibility.
Friday nights are not the same. neither are saturdays really.
posted by Alectrocution @ 7:58:00 PM
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