Lag Queen here with her procession of unfinished deeds following behind in some form of chaotic unison.
Went away on a small vacation following the elusive entity that goes by the name of "Relax." Everyone tells me I need to just RELAX and so off on a journey I went to fins it, searvhing through rainforests and oceans to grab it in my arms, hold tight, and suck it's breath into my own lungs to do that thing...to relax.
And I did, and then I didn't, and then I did...and now I am back home, and it still feels backwards, and getting away from backwards land does not make it turn forwards when you return. It just means you got to escape for a while to somewhere that looked normal, progressive. But now, back at home, it's time to pick up the entire reality and turn it all face forward, kick it in the ass, and tell it to fucking move, to walk, to gallop.
Yeah, yeah yeah...I'm in a slump, and I am my own donkey stucvk in the mud who needs to grab my own reigns and get my ass fucking moving, accomplishing.
School starts tomorrow, and I dodn't finish choosing my classes, because I feel apathetic. Of course I am ashamed of this, because I'm really lucky to have been able to go back, and yet, I'm not excited right now. I'll look back later and wonder why I felt like this, but at the moment, I just want to sleep a lot. It's like the after vacation I don't want to deal with what I was escaping routine.
So it's raining, really hard, and I want to be outside in it, under warm draps, just watching it, and feeling it paint my body and make it shine, but instead, I am inside a room with four bright blue walls procrastinating.
It's odd when one tethers oneself to one's own deficiencies instead of grasping that flying kite to a better head space.
My surreal world escapes me for now so instead I will have to wait until next time to warp myself in the blankets of imagination land....ciau....
Went away on a small vacation following the elusive entity that goes by the name of "Relax." Everyone tells me I need to just RELAX and so off on a journey I went to fins it, searvhing through rainforests and oceans to grab it in my arms, hold tight, and suck it's breath into my own lungs to do that thing...to relax.
And I did, and then I didn't, and then I did...and now I am back home, and it still feels backwards, and getting away from backwards land does not make it turn forwards when you return. It just means you got to escape for a while to somewhere that looked normal, progressive. But now, back at home, it's time to pick up the entire reality and turn it all face forward, kick it in the ass, and tell it to fucking move, to walk, to gallop.
Yeah, yeah yeah...I'm in a slump, and I am my own donkey stucvk in the mud who needs to grab my own reigns and get my ass fucking moving, accomplishing.
School starts tomorrow, and I dodn't finish choosing my classes, because I feel apathetic. Of course I am ashamed of this, because I'm really lucky to have been able to go back, and yet, I'm not excited right now. I'll look back later and wonder why I felt like this, but at the moment, I just want to sleep a lot. It's like the after vacation I don't want to deal with what I was escaping routine.
So it's raining, really hard, and I want to be outside in it, under warm draps, just watching it, and feeling it paint my body and make it shine, but instead, I am inside a room with four bright blue walls procrastinating.
It's odd when one tethers oneself to one's own deficiencies instead of grasping that flying kite to a better head space.
My surreal world escapes me for now so instead I will have to wait until next time to warp myself in the blankets of imagination land....ciau....
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