25.11.10

Tied Together with a Smile but She's Coming Undone




I have a giant paper to write, plenty of time for once, and I cannot make myself do it.

Diet Pepsi...lime
wings over snow in darkness
really bad haiku

So apparently writing itself is not the issue. I can put dirt on a page without a problem. What is it then? The lack of something substantial to say?

Ahem. Why?

That was substantial. Possible the most substantial thing ever said. Also not the issue. Maybe my heart is just heavier than my hands.

hands
...
heart

That sounds about right.

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