This is how I procrastinate
This is how I procrastinate
Making up long lines to fill the pages that go on and on that no one will ever read
but me keeping my work a secret from all the world
This is how I work
Day after day, night after night i just keep thinking and writing but I don't think when I write
I just write, they don't go together as one might infer, thinking is entirely separate
This is how I think
Pushing past that long restless hours of the day, suffering from all the possible noise one can hear
to reach night, the quiet softness of night, which allows one to think and develop what one must
this is how I develop
Growing and growing not being able to stop, so much
that my knees break under the stress and every synapse forces the information through
This is how I break
Staring into my reflection, not being able to see the strength I hold
allowing the guilt to bore into my center until my face continuously drips what I can't hold back
This is how I continue
Driving my aching mind to force out the shame, forcing scorn to the back of my mind
along with every face staring with disappointment while I try and fail at what i love
This is how I try
Not giving in, fighting, fighting until the last salty tear leaves the bulge of my cheek
never loosing the fight, always loving the fight until i win
This is how I love
Putting what I care about on the edge and always ruining it, slowly
causing it to crumble, and for me to loose, with the utterance of the loveliest words
this is how I loose
Letting my stupidity overrun what I know to be sane, unable to create
the support for my everlasting longing to win, leaving it to slip away with every thought of failure
This is how I win
Finding the strength I have always buried, viewing every mistake
as a tool for success, allowing myself to be carried away with the hopeful future
This is how I hope
Leaving all my emotions behind, forcing myself forward
past all the pain and anguish that appears and ignoring it by making up long lines to fill the pages that go on and on
This is how I procrastinate
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