Honesty, bravery, and decisiveness before 7 A.M.
Oh, dreaming again of people I wish I didn't have to think about, but there she is, telling me just how easy everything would be if just I'd acquiesce to something, anything at all and I wake in a sweat and wonder how I'm still alone in this continent of a bed. Writing my part of the story, still refusing to take anyone else's word for where I am or where I'm going. Struggling to make the ends of my mind meet every day, to be as smart as I think I am and get this undergraduate thing behind me. Listening to the Clash in the shower and trying to muster enough bravery not to kill the spider who's taken up residence there while trying to wash the dreams out of my hair (never works...that's not where I keep 'em) at the same time considering how much time I've got between classes and could I see her in the gap, make plans for the weekend and move, just a little bit, move forward. Shouldn't make decisions after 2 A.M. but where's the other end, where does it cease to be to late to decide? I bet it's after seven.