some thoughts from a wayward academic.
sitting back.
or rather forward
then up
concerned with posture
munching on seaweed
stream of consciousness
mindless
dinnerless
but with coffee.
time for me
not much
but still time
Soon it will be essays
sleepless nights
but not the whole night
not every night
just some.
3 days of classes
2 weeks of hell
then love
anonymous
adventure.
Independence and
growth
art
artistic
growth.
The freedom to be
and sleep
nerves.
and syrupy almond joy.
Imagine what it would be like to always be happy. Always a smile because everything is always alright.
Like the sun.
Even when shadowed by a dark cloud, it's still shining.
classic good versus evil
And rays of light pierce the through the obstructions
like daggers.
sharp.
strong.
secure.
optimistic.
like I try to be
home would be wonderful
a safe haven for emotions
a shelter for the soul.
but not now.
and so
I turn my feelings off
and trek on.