Life: Exams and Happiness

We never write when we are happy because we wouldn’t have anything to write about. And yet, we forever write. Even the sun, a simple flower, beauty, family, lovers, and friends: are all inextricably linked to a constant apprehension. They are topics not of pleasure, but of the journey there of.

I’ve been reading plenty of mine and others’ work; putting off reality until the final day, wanting to face it only once. But now I’m actually studying, alone in the library, reading authors I don’t respect, writing on topics I care little, and swallowing between each stanza. I feel underwater.

Nevertheless, I am inspired to write.