Peeling the Grime Off

Wed, 10/05/2016 - 18:24 -- Mirus

Under the weight of college years I doubt even Atlas would be strong.

By the week's end I feel coated in a slime of anxiety and exhaustion.

To feel like myself again, to get the creak and crack out of my neck and back I make a hot bath.

Curled up in my beanbag I call my cat over; treats help.

I have my tea and a bunch of books and my headphones.

All is quiet and it's rejuvenating to think of nothing for a while.

An overbusy mind is never healthy or productive.

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