old books

i need more poetry and less academia.

up on the top floor of the library, i am caught amongst hundreds of books i'd love to read, but don't have the time to. i'd love to make the time, to sit here all day and read my heart out, but i have to organize knowledge for proof, i have to attend lectures (which are usually good, don't get me wrong), i have to sleep and eat and talk and laugh and cry and write. but i'd rather just get along by doing the last few things and not worry about writing papers and making presentations and doing unnecessary work.

i always thought this life would suit me.

i never knew how wrong i'd be.


i am the only one here
singing this song

i wrote it out on my hand

(it is no longer necessary to need a reason to cry)

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