time

Spring and the rain and the busy days pushing down on me with the fist of death and brushing my teeth from the food on my breath, feeding myself again, flowing. Knowing … there’s nothing else I can do, for now. I behave like a self-made soldier. It’s my own cause, one man for himself. Up early so no one else will fool me. Go into work and crush. This is under my breath. Try to enjoy what you do, take slow breathes in stressful steps. Panicking, breaking down and crying. No good.

May isn’t February. My time being cut off and just 30 seconds I have to look into and see the worth of. Can I see it as something positive? What does this spell for me?