It's all very good and well, this finals business, but by the end of a semester
I'm so burnt out on school I practically give up.
This is me, procrastinating with a final at four.
The anticipation is something hard to swallow,
it constricts room walls and tightens shirt collars.
Every sound resembles something like the earth coming down on top of you.
With so much chaos and distraction, who dares to study?
One might miss something.
this is what accidental isolation looks like, all studies and confiding in journal entries.
a young boy in california is in a hospital bed somewhere, or he was.
I'm sure he's fine now, but before there was a message.
a message with a request at the end, mentioning this boy and his overdose.
travis. I know a Travis, but only one. He is not from California.
but this boy I've never met has now become some part of my life,
and so I hope and pace and pray for him. Travis will be well.
What Travis doesn't know is that there is some girl in Alabama hoping
and pacing, and praying.
I'm so burnt out on school I practically give up.
This is me, procrastinating with a final at four.
The anticipation is something hard to swallow,
it constricts room walls and tightens shirt collars.
Every sound resembles something like the earth coming down on top of you.
With so much chaos and distraction, who dares to study?
One might miss something.
this is what accidental isolation looks like, all studies and confiding in journal entries.
a young boy in california is in a hospital bed somewhere, or he was.
I'm sure he's fine now, but before there was a message.
a message with a request at the end, mentioning this boy and his overdose.
travis. I know a Travis, but only one. He is not from California.
but this boy I've never met has now become some part of my life,
and so I hope and pace and pray for him. Travis will be well.
What Travis doesn't know is that there is some girl in Alabama hoping
and pacing, and praying.
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