P'takh! Frak! Frell! Daaaaamns it!
I seethe with the loveless rhythm of my bones
There is
No pulsing, pregnant mass in the cages of my chest
Instead: a youthful mind
An old heart.
I drill holes into madness that it may
Crawl through the gray-matter crevices
Count my synapses and say,
"You have enough."
Fucking thesis. I want to spill my brains out and forget about my life. WHY is it so hard to just start? Why am I so afraid to know what lies on the other side? (Well, it really is scary: job-hunting for one, and living on your own merit). This hesitation just isn't logical anymore.
I want to finish. I want to graduate. I want to get out of my fucking school! RIGHT NOW!
There is
No pulsing, pregnant mass in the cages of my chest
Instead: a youthful mind
An old heart.
I drill holes into madness that it may
Crawl through the gray-matter crevices
Count my synapses and say,
"You have enough."
Fucking thesis. I want to spill my brains out and forget about my life. WHY is it so hard to just start? Why am I so afraid to know what lies on the other side? (Well, it really is scary: job-hunting for one, and living on your own merit). This hesitation just isn't logical anymore.
I want to finish. I want to graduate. I want to get out of my fucking school! RIGHT NOW!