It is devastating – that I cannot measure up
I’ve an image of a person; whole and complete
smart and healthy, successful and plentiful
and yet here I’ve the antithesis, a 2pm awakening
and a procrastination that kills me
with every doodle, every flicker
ten minutes, maybe, I get from a day
where I am better – where my head is clear
and I can see myself actually living, here
7am runs on the beach, an evening art piece
a coffee with a friend that doesn’t drain me
anything, living, not taking my energy
I want a world in which my life is with me
and not separate – running beside
and passing


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