February 10, 2017
Woke up today all sore
tried to ignore it but I could not
my throat hurt a lot so I took
some medicine.
It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write
while there’s still light and the sun still shines bright
I do all my work at night and its weird not writing
when its darker and colder outside.
Daily posts I say
but is it okay if I break that trend
forget to send my thoughts for the day
and still say I’m active… somewhat?
I wonder why there are people who pray
and send away their troubles to their god
is it odd to make noises when eating food
or does it satisfy some higher power.
Benadryl has got me all tired.
I feel I’m wired all wrong.
I want to bring people along with me on my journey.
I hope I end up somewhere.
Falling asleep after sleeping
reaping the benefits of a solid education
compensation for the trauma of a sleeping student
one that I hope won’t be me.
Looking for praise
Days are a haze of classes and work.
I lurk around in a state only semi awake.
Good grief my throat.
Snow on the sidewalks outside,
Wide stretches of land salted,
refreezing halted but at what cost.
Ice breaks soles but salt eats soles.
Medicine is kicking in
Can’t win against something I am
Can only cram work off for sick days
I learned nothing.
Endless rolling stomach rumble,
Am I humble or am I a nervous wreck.
I’ll check myself
to make sure everything is alright.
Sometimes I struggle to get the words out.
I doubt whether I convey what I’m thinking.
When I’m sinking I do a better job.
Reclaiming that feeling of being lost.