I am a poor tailor of time.
My measurements of cloth always come up short. Pockets of hours at a time are never enough. I find my routine tangled and matted. The only consolation is that I've managed to keep from cutting my fingers on the threads. Years of experience, I guess.
And so here I am, spinning of yesterdays writing. Wrapping my frustration at myself into the bones of every bolt.
6:21 p.m. - 2015-06-26
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