This post is being generated from my current paradoxical state of fatigue/caffeine hype, with an intermingling of procrastination to spice things up.
In normal Sarah-speak: I have an assignment to start and finish today so intend to combat the late night I had with a bottle of V. I can't tell whether it's helping.
But on a completely different note: Here's a poem I wrote in English (teaching) today:
I wrote a note
Just for you
My pen was a ribbon on the paper
My thoughts echoed around the blank page
Knocking into the lines, margins, eachother.
The message was clouded
Covered in dust, that couldn't be shaken.
Maybe you could grit your teeth and live the cliche, read between the lines, see into my mind.
And understand the words I just can't bring myself to say.
Maybe it's time to get onto that assignment.....