#polymid

I'm a revolutionary

a rocking chair a carpeted floor a growling tummy hungry for more

but you’re late you’re always late you were always late

I’ve been trapped for some time now my feet won’t move and my mind is stuck on the same page as always I wake up every day with the tiny hope that today might be that day that I’m going to conquer my fear open that door close the browser break the chain of habits But my foot is still aching and I’ve already spent most of my day staring at the same page

hyper-focus a few seconds at a time laser-sharp eyesight down the phone a couch so comfortable you would never believe it’s really been that long, huh?

is this the year? the one where i finally get my act together? start going to school again? read a book? or get a decent job for once? maybe i quit drinking? perhaps even smoking? and for good this time? or is this just another date in another calendar in another year  out of the few ones that i have left?

it’s a struggle to get through it all before the day is gone before the clock resets and i have to try to do all again

a lone cat stood still noticed that it was noticed and took off