I have nostalgia for today.
I’m already missing it as it happens.
I’m remembering it as beautiful and wonderful and magical
just by thinking of the torture to come.
Yes there’s school coming,
right as summer seems to hit a peak.
But there’s more to summer-less days
than a crushing, restricting education.
There is the lack of warmth in the air.
There is the lack of time in a day.
There is the lack of love in the house.
There is lack.
There is a gross of cold all around.
There is a gross of work piling up around me.
There is a gross of stress and tension in the house.
There is gross.
What to do?
What to do what to do?
What can I do?
What must I do to avoid tomorrow?
Nostalgia for today:
perhaps I can forever live
now
leaving tomorrow to rot before we reach it.
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Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...
