I wish I could tell you that things got easier after that
honestly, maybe they did
or maybe I just got better at cycling through life
running away from it all
piling on extra assignments and projects
labelling denial as productivity
insomnia as strategic time-management
and mania as well-roundedness
hiding from the pictures on the wall
scared of what they'd say if they could talk back to me
been on autopilot for awhile
weeks like days
days like years
wheels still turning
could use an oil change
I wonder how long until I really have to deal with it
but for now
I suppose I'll keep on pretending
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoetry written by me over the last 3 years. embark on my journey with me - entry into nursing practice the death of my father moving to a new city
