cardboard tears

What do you do
when the road you walk
is the way you know
and of which you talk
incessantly as
such a wearisome path,
devoid of peace
in the aftermath
of fantasy and
of ideation,
while iron cuffs
of your own creation -
that have a key
somewhere around,
if only it
was to be found -
embrace your wrists
with cold hard grip
and lead you on
where you will slip
and fall...

So yeah, I'm feeling a bit down now, and I'm tired which is why I'm writing about it in a place where the world can find out. I'm unhappy without good reason. If only life was simpler, free of confusion, angst and everything else that is stopping me from being where I should be right now. Some say that pain gives life its richness. Well, too much richness and you feel sick. And when you feel sick, your mind just doesn't work properly.

The old ways just keep coming back...

The old ways must die.

maths is fun, cardboard is funner

Oh maths, how I love thee with the fire of a thousand smouldering cigarette butts...

I'm learning so much as I study... things I should have learned in first year but never did. It's amazing how much of the stuff they teach you, they actually expect you to know.

Better get back to it...

Feel free to distract me in any way possible. Actually, that's a lie - I'm enjoying it. But I'll still welcome a momentary distraction.

cardboard up late

Why am I up this late... again?

I'm a little tired of it.

cardboardus nullius

I really don't have much to say - I'm just posting because procrastination is my most proficient skill. I'm almost finished my composition portfolio, and I think I'll hand that in today, then probably waste the rest of the day and start studying for Maths tomorrow. Mmm it's so hard to work now that there's no more class... anyone else get that feeling?

In other news... nope, there's no other news that I can think of. I mean, there's probably lots going on, I just can't think of it.

sifting gently through the hand
time leaves no trace
when no trace you leave in time