I think too much of it

I think of it too often.  Walking the hallways between rooms.  Being surrounded by it, unable to let go. I make plans with the intention of canceling them. Can't bring myself to show up.  All I want to do is sleep. I see a friend hard at work writing pages and pages and I can't get through a single 2 page essay

Mornings are the hardest.  Waking up to realize I'm still here. I need time off. But work keeps me grounded.

I want to float away. There is nothing here worth saving. Why even try. 

I've been running away from my mind for so long. Can I even stay for a day.

New year's resolution,  one day.  Just one.