End-of-Semester

I' m not really sure how these blogs work. But i'll try and eventually figure it out. Here's something i wrote in the last couple of days:

The clock ticks
seconds - then minutes pass.
The walls crack
The heater hisses
I'm enthralled in my solitude.
The ashtray is inundated with cigarettes
-The sweet ashy aroma permeates through the dense air.
My stomach growls at the empty fridge
And the twitch in my hands cannot cease.
Overcome with fatigue,
i will crawl into my bed
-and forget today.



As you can see the end-of-semester crunch has greatly affected me.