Adhesive never sticks to these walls for long. Duct tape, even--and especially. The heavier the tape...the more effort and desire I have to stick something...the faster it falls. It's around this time of the semester that things really start falling. Well, the tape's losing it's grip...but I'm not allowing myself. Even though I sense personal tape possibly failing in my life. This part of the semester is also when I stop caring about having those images, albeit meaningful, stuck to my walls; other things take precedence.
I have cramps. I didn't take anything for it.
I have no time to think of images falling or relationships failing or anything but what needs to be done. I'm so wound up (bad caffeine choices made today) that I can't physically write in my journal...my hand--which never cramps--cramps at the speed of my thoughts. This is the first time in a long time that I'm genuinely grateful for a keyboard.
But, the last thing I'd like to point out there is this:
The dark circles under my eyes no longer look like I've taken a couple of blows from fighting life. And that? Is a real smile.
Happy Bunny Day/Easter/Sunday--enjoy those you love. Few things matter more.