i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i teeter back and forth, and end up compromising certain things.

today is one of those days where i feel like giving one up entirely,

and yet i know that the wise thing to do is to stick it out and finish it off.

come what may be, at least i'll be ready with many option cards in my belt.

i hate the practicality of this world.

at this moment the books in the shelf opposite where i sit are calling out my name,

readings for tomorrow, for the next week, for leisure and pure pleasure.

but i have to reel in, and apply my mind to the important question of inclusion in the classroom.

to be honest, i would love nothing more than to drop everything and dive headlong back into that magical place where reality is suspended and i am a voyeur of the entire world.

but it comes seeping in through the cracks,

till it overwhelms and takes me back by the foot, keeps me grounded till everything that needs to be done is done.

which is never.

last desperate attempt: nap time.