a calendar of todays and tomorrows

as the clock approaches midnight, so too does my threat level. it’s been a quick ascent to the month of march. it’s naturally a month where the cold, beaten earth summons the courage for one more year. this habit of renewal reflects a thoughtful lesson. if nature has the will to grow from it’s frozen

the overflowing bathroom tub

there’s this compelling, irresistible call to action that i experience from time to time. in these excited moments, life is not a mere passage of time nor a drain of energy. it’s a calling to greatness. whether this is actually a little bit of mania, or the result of caffeine, is unknown. but the feeling

clinging to control

my fixations on work, hobbies, music, school, perfection, after-school activities, pressures, expectations, scores, streaks, and literary functions are all especially demanding. i think i like to spread myself thin and expose the brain to both ends of the earth. however, i’d like to believe there’s a second motivation. along with the pleasure gained by knowing