Belfry, Mote, Well

I have an anxiety rush this morning before my exam. I sit, tears leaking, threatening to push the edge of my lids, waiting for the paper to hit the table. 

Pencil across the page, I regurgitate answers pulled fromy memory bank. I am grateful that I know how to learn as much as I am grateful for what I learn.

I've grown intolerant, allergic, to lies which are propagated by stupidity.

I've been sober for two weeks. I've learned that I sometimes even without music I still like to wear headphones. The illusion of separation and the added muffled stillness is enough to help calm my nerves.