Designated Doodler

Another slip a trip a fall I’m only human is what I say But will that be enough On judgment day Feeling the hurt the stress the pain With nowhere to go but back again Just one more Touch or taste or slice Of my brand of downfall Of my preferred vice There is no medicine That overrides the sweet and sour candied regret That burns on my tongue That heaves in my chest That rings through my body And rolls down my neck There was a moment of deliberation A subtle and whispered pause The opportunity to walk away I took the options taken into consideration And still I  pressed play

This morning I woke up at eight something, so much for sleeping in late. I laid there in my pink plaid pajama bottoms and pink TCU hoodie, wrapped in a sea of green sheets. I rested my hand on my chest and felt my heartbeat through both layers of clothing. It beat fast, as usual. And I continued laying there, relishing the fact that I didn't have to be anywhere. My obnoxiously squeaky bed screeched in protest as I got up and opened my blinds. This was going to be a day of errands, artwork and reading my media law book. But no matter what exactly I'm doing the realization that I'm nearly half-done with my last year of college is never far from my thoughts. There are so many possible directions for my life to take post-college that it's mind boggling. Haha, that reminds me of last night when I got caught up on an episode of Community I had missed. Ahbed and Troy had a housewarming party and Jeff created six parallel timelines by rolling a die to see who had to go answer t...