Today you’re breathing as you feel the pulsating muscles from serving coffee I have a new job every month looking for a different one every day while the other one is slipping by the wayside. I need grad school I need scholarly people around me or I’ll become a feather in the breeze… Continue reading 16:21, October 23rd
We all know the tantric technique of just breathing in order to get through each and every day, but we especially rely on it to count down the minutes until graduation. You’re constantly in this state of, “Okay, one day down, just a few more to go,” while barely paying attention to anything the professor… Continue reading Are My Classes Boring, or Am I Ready to Graduate?
I’m wavering like moving scales from dead goldfish scattered across the ocean floor. On a balance beam, I’m walking like a zombie across a tightrope. My goals, stretched out far ahead of me, while the present slips away sinking my feet into mud for my dirty toes. No attachment to lovers for fear of toxicity and… Continue reading Scales