Beneath Me

This heart of mine keeps on beating,
This brain of mine won't stop thinking,
My lungs are filling up with air,
But still I feel like I'm sinking.

Dig it out with a spoon and knife,
Maybe a piece of frontal lobe,
Pierce it with a sword or bullet,
And still I'm further down below.


Original work from yours truly in 10 minutes. I know what I'm capable of. I just don't have motivation. Inspiration without motivation. What a combination...

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It's getting cold. It's the best. I don't love Winter, I'm in love with Winter. The opportunities are greater when the temperature is low. But it's still officially Fall. I can wait. It'll be like waiting for your woman outside her classroom door. The clock says one thing, but it feels like another. Then the bell rings, and everything else takes a backseat.

The cold air does wondrous things for me. I think clearer, feel more intensely, and judge with greater insight. To match, I slowly start spiking my hair up with each day. I'll be more of an introvert than before, but I'm at least going to look good.

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Winter Breaks. They bring up bad memories. I'm not really looking forward to this one.

I wish I could go to New Jersey like I had planned. Clothes, glasses, haircuts, and such add up. I miss it too. Surrounded by tall buildings, an icy wind hitting the front of your face, and everyone is wearing a jacket. I love it.