12:33
The Scutigera coleoptrata are crawling on my walls once again.
After a half year of clever yet fruitless distractions, I finally took the violin in my hand once again, and made sound efforts to finish what I had started prior to the year's inception. I'd spent too many months fantasizing, and I have yet to purge myself of this tireless, useless sense of devotion. It's no comfort to know that I was correct, but it is shear joy to finally see unadulterated streaming sunlight upon waking. Perhaps in a year's time, I'll forget the petty preoccupation that hindered me throughout the winter and spring.
After a half year of clever yet fruitless distractions, I finally took the violin in my hand once again, and made sound efforts to finish what I had started prior to the year's inception. I'd spent too many months fantasizing, and I have yet to purge myself of this tireless, useless sense of devotion. It's no comfort to know that I was correct, but it is shear joy to finally see unadulterated streaming sunlight upon waking. Perhaps in a year's time, I'll forget the petty preoccupation that hindered me throughout the winter and spring.