did Spring forget?
it's the first day of spring and i'm slipping...from the frozen slush beneath my feet. my shoes have no traction...and the slush grows deeper no matter how fast i walk. my hair and face glisten from the mere mention of snowflakes, while an entire snowman sits atop the hood of my jacket.
i haven't slept in quite some time, and it takes its toll on me. the grit under my nails and the marker-stained fingertips are all i have to show right now for the hard work and the lack of sleep. glazed over eyes,...and my right eyelid is still twitching (i'm told it's from stress). i can see the pastiness and blotchiness of my skin when i glance at the mirror, and it disgusts me. i need to be cleansed...but the hottest and longest of showers won't wash away the paper i have to write for tomorrow. oh, there's other things due tomorrow, too....but it's not physically possible. i just want to strip down and crawl into the cozy covers, but my bed is smothered by markers and other remnants of my work from last night (and this morning).
kitty kat is lounging in my lap on her back, touching her paws to my wrist as i type. i think she's waiting for her turn on the computer. so i will take a much-anticipated hot shower and perhaps take a nap, and hopefully come back as the person i used to be.
i haven't slept in quite some time, and it takes its toll on me. the grit under my nails and the marker-stained fingertips are all i have to show right now for the hard work and the lack of sleep. glazed over eyes,...and my right eyelid is still twitching (i'm told it's from stress). i can see the pastiness and blotchiness of my skin when i glance at the mirror, and it disgusts me. i need to be cleansed...but the hottest and longest of showers won't wash away the paper i have to write for tomorrow. oh, there's other things due tomorrow, too....but it's not physically possible. i just want to strip down and crawl into the cozy covers, but my bed is smothered by markers and other remnants of my work from last night (and this morning).
kitty kat is lounging in my lap on her back, touching her paws to my wrist as i type. i think she's waiting for her turn on the computer. so i will take a much-anticipated hot shower and perhaps take a nap, and hopefully come back as the person i used to be.