The intense writing has been stopping me from writing recently. There will always be more. I can never catch up on everything and then other things end. Focus on the important things then.
I wake up and my eyes, full of tears, are dead dry
Through a yawn I squeeze my eyelids open and scream in silence
I have back, arm, and shoulder pain but my whole body feels amazing
The pen is too heavy for me, later I will hold my body weight on tiny plastic edges
I feel like the air hosts both the heat and the cold like they are siblings
Do I eat too much?
My stomach is almost always empty because I eat too much.
Do I need an assistant to help me organise my free time?
I am too busy, at least I drank a lot of tea out of my empty cup.