a tiny piece of red foil it sits on my floor and reminds me of meaning
red means passion red means love it means excitement
and in that same breath it reminds me that i am alone on this eve of the new years solitude does not become me so instead i hide beneath the covers in some semblance of sleep though caffeine runs through my veins
Group Four has justified my procrastination. A few hours of panic and severe stress is nothing compared to the pain in the ass the project would have been if I worried about it all the time.
Then again, I could just be looking for reasons to allow me to sleep sometimes without guilt.