Often to get my flow sometimes I have to begin, right here and just roll. I lose my mind (all day) and exhaust myself stressing into the night. At past the midnight hour, I begin to think about what I was supposed to begin hours ago and what I really wanted to do all along was just sit, right here, writing these words. 

So regretful the time I wasted, when all along I could have been filling spaces. My terms final essay needs to be fine tuned, it's done but it's just not quite done yet. 

A little (personal) treat for finishing the year. Above, plus around 15 more. When the bells of January ring, I may crawl into a literary cavern where I am forced to read literature. It's practically a dream come true.

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