Monday, November 8
It's a sneak preview of the endless lethargy of the coming week.
The only push factor is Wednesday's escapade -
journey to where spasms and weird noises suffice.
I have a gazillion thoughts jumping inside of me,
dying to be let out,
but 'tis a haven no more.
Life without school (read: any specific aim or purpose, in this case) is torturous.
Daily grind of mindless work, spanning eight hours, kills me.
All that sustains me for now, is Friday.
I promise to give thanks to God,
no matter the results.
Into your hand
I commit again
All I am
For You Lord
You hold my world
In the palm of Your hand
and I'm yours
Forever
d e b b e e e kvetched at 7:49 AM