Emily

So....
I have like five seconds.
I have so much to say and absolutely no time....
Ugh the story of my life.
My best friend lost her dear friend last night, another death to deal with - my heart weighs heavy that I cannot hug her.
Distance sucks.
My poet is in over drive - all I want to do is write poetry and catalog every moment of my life,
cause yeah it's fleeting and it's all so beautiful - even the shit.
But alas, I sew red hearts for my Halloween costume, neglect my studies and continue to rub swollen eyes that never get enough shut.
And, like today, go to work and feel like I am wasting precious time on something less important than my thoughts and the other zillion demands I will not meet.
I feel very Emily Dickinson lately - the Emily in me wants to recluse up in my bedroom and write poems - stanza after stanza, accounts of what was, what is and what will or will not ever be.
If only I could go unnoticed in hiding....
And that's folks is all she wrote.
Have a blessed day.