Bored. Too bored to even rack my mind for a synonym. My English teachers emphatically insisted upon vivid words
that promote imagery. But my major is in the field of science -
imagery has no place in homework for my college professors. The only
acceptable imagery is that which takes place in the laboratory - it's
termed observation here. My creativity is hampered in my studies - my
linguistic proficiency is diminished by my extended leave of absence
from places my heart once called home. My right brain threatens
atrophy. I cannot focus when my path leads to a life I cannot suffer.
Success and stability await me there but I cannot endure separation of
my soul from my body. Seeking a reunion, I must distance myself from
the life I convinced myself to pursue. I may be too proud to accept
handouts but I am not too proud to admit I was mistaken after three years. It's tough to turn myself around, though. Where to, soul?
maybe i should just stop trying so hard. i mean, i still need to be focused writing reading singing laughing cooking but i can loosen up and not be a prescriptionist about everything or perhaps not.
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