flailin in a whirl pool

i'm swirling around, reaching my toes down for solid ground. there's so much to do and so much i want to do, but little to no time to do it in.

i'm not trying to complain. instead i'm looking at that evanescent thing called time. honestly, sometimes i think it's my worst enemy. and other times it's a best friend.

time heals. we've all heard that one, and i believe it's true. but scabs rip and phantom pains haunt.

there's not enough time in the day. let me tell you, as a grad student who just finished 21 credits in a summer, i've felt very strongly about this one on many occasions. and as a student teacher, starting in t-minus 5 days, this is still very much an issue.

aaand....

timing's everything. especially when you start falling harder than you planned. for someone who's already in love. with someone else.

fuck you, time. i want you to come to a screaming hault so i can tip toe around, take a breath, and figure out the what's, the when's, the how's, the where's and wherefor's of my life.

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so there.