...i am going over the poems for my coming literature paper at the most lazy, languid and leisurely pace ever
and this is the best, most perfect way to spend a Wednesday afternoon,
middle of the week, middle of the day,
with nowhere to be and nowhere to go,
but home, words and feelings
i cannot wait to be done with AS,
i cannot wait for December and all its possibilities,
i cannot wait for the play i've just booked the tickets to, cannot wait to see friends i've not seen in a while, cannot wait for the trips i've got planned, cannot wait for carolling and Christmas..
and lately, a very familiar feeling has come back,
an itching at an old, forever bruised spot,
a nagging in that same incessant voice,
a poking and a prodding i cannot ignore..
darling little impatience, rushing through now and wishing for new,
slow down, slow down.