I think I punched myself so hard I forgot myself

Over the last year or so, my self-discipline has drained out through all the undertakings I failed to complete. Languishing in bed, sleeping till twelve from no sense of purpose or connection to the things I ignore.

Consumate laziness.

I awoke hourse before I needed to this morning, to a storm howling in the dark, dripping through old windows. A prolonged shower because you can feel the cold at the edge of the steam. The need for the lights. Jacket. Scarf. A mother’s ignored insistence that I need a real jacket, not one made of cloth. The need for new music. Yes it’s winter, and I feel awake.

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