Put It Somewhere Useful

Now having graduated and with only gradual motion into the real world I find only that I am tired. A deep sleep extends through my being as if the waking portion of my life has already been spent and here I enter a sweet, calm hibernation. My senses are dulled by anxiety, my palms sweat out all my future ambition into puddles of timidity and habit. We howl at the door in anticipation of the evil world outside, knowing it is not trying to get in but just as terrified of ourselves going out, running in the grass, absorbing the lurid sunshine of the late afternoon. A moth clings to the blinds like a reminder of the night, it rests with wings folded hiding in its own shadow, ready to chase a light in the dark but not even slightly bemused by the permeation of sunshine; at rest. At rest in the day of life. But if the day petrifies me, then where can I find my own light in the darkness? I need something to chase in this dominated space.

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