The Clutter

I know I'm not an actual hoarder, but sometimes I feel like it. My clutter can simultaneously give me comfort and anxiety. It's familiar and makes me feel tucked in at my desk with all the stacks of books and strewn papers, but then when I have to do some writing that requires energy, like [...]

Time Grows Short

  Suspended and weightless Swept away, breathless I disappear Time stalls and stops At sea   I can't believe I'm going to be 30 soon... pretty much nothing in my life has turned out how I thought it would, but that's ok. Overall I really can't complain-- other than about my anxiety I suppose. After [...]