I woke up to night mares this morning of a future combination of past and persent and all horror.
Nothing left to say nothing left to do.
I shall forever be haunted by a reflection of you.
The only one who understands is me.
Everyone else just gives sympathy.
You can see why I never gave much though to becomming a poet.
Its another exciting day in the lab. Work is slowly progressing, but a lack of reagents and correctly made buffers and stuff is slowing me down.
Its days like this where I just want to stay home and write, unfortunatly after a few days of doing that I'm out of good ideas and spewing crap. Living is what allows me to write, not the other way around.
It seems like there are a million things to do but I can't push myself in any direction to begin them. I kind of wish I just had about a week of "more of the same" to do so I could settle into routine and get back in the swing of things before trying to push forward.
Nothing left to say nothing left to do.
I shall forever be haunted by a reflection of you.
The only one who understands is me.
Everyone else just gives sympathy.
You can see why I never gave much though to becomming a poet.
Its another exciting day in the lab. Work is slowly progressing, but a lack of reagents and correctly made buffers and stuff is slowing me down.
Its days like this where I just want to stay home and write, unfortunatly after a few days of doing that I'm out of good ideas and spewing crap. Living is what allows me to write, not the other way around.
It seems like there are a million things to do but I can't push myself in any direction to begin them. I kind of wish I just had about a week of "more of the same" to do so I could settle into routine and get back in the swing of things before trying to push forward.
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