Break.

you've got to wait for yourself, they say.
Slow down. You've got to slow down.
.

I'll try. I slept 9 hs today.
I didn't have breakfast. I picked up a book,
and left the computer off.
.

Go away, sun. I'm not letting you in today.
You're gonna want me to go out, and
I've got to slow down.
.

I'm waking up.
I'm not changing my underwear much,
and, judging by the chaos in the borders of the realm,
I'd take a guess that Faramir wouldn't be doing that much, either.
Evidently, great epic books don't tell you that.

.
Everything's become strange now,
and I'm doing things I never do.
I drink hot chocolate, buy ice-cream,
and stay late to classes I'm not taking.

.
So what. Where a rock stands,
the river winds around it.
And time's always running.
October, november.

.
Even in great epic books, everybody somehow suffers.
Why do we shun away happiness, I mean,
it doesn't make any sense.
But then again we never really take a break,
though time never slows down.

.
And I'm thinking now, what we repress, it represses us back.