A poem on a page.

Ani DiFranco fills my ears along with my cat and her snoring. Light fills my room, only today, a bit more blue fills the empty grey. Cars still pass with a lack of urgency; this is when I realize I have two days to finish possibly six hours of gruesome homework to before midterms after the weekend. I always thought i was one who lacked a life outside of myself, but this last month has proven otherwise. Chest pains have become a regular and I have yet to decide the reasoning. Choosing between my lack of love and my passionate friendships deems impossible during my times of scholarly stress. Conor Oberst now fills my ears, overpowering the snores of my kitty. I envy the passion in his voice; his perfect choice of simple guitar riffs mixed with obvious lyrics that condescend so much that nearly no one can notice. I almost feel offended.

I'm tired.
I am tired.

Today is a day, unlike any other.

So again, I wish i could write.
Practice, Time, Silence; The path to success.
Loss, Patience, Passion; Answers to the test.

the sun reflects through the clutter of condensation held up by strings afloat in the sky. A cool winter's grey hovers throughout the trees and cars pass with no urgency. Sleepy and relaxed, Puss shares the arm of my father's reclining chair with my elbows resting atop each one. Clicks of a keyboard resound through the house while faint barks can be heard from outside. Silence; The true essence would terrify me in an instant. The thought of no sound; no life.
The sun presses through the clutter of condensation held up by strings afloat in the sky. A smile attacks my face; teeth not yet showing. One more happy thought can change that. Today is thursday. Today is my day.

random rambling.

AHHHHHH.
its 60 DEGREES F in kc.
whoaaa...
i know. i know.


school.
work.
eat.
sleep.
repeat.
copeland?


2:57 and counting. pm.
14:57.


blargh.