Tabs upon tabs sit on the screen, piercing me with guilt.
But what can I say?
Deadlines are there for a reason but I just don’t feel it hitting me.
Like that tidal wave that hits the shore at the golden hour,
or reality coming down like a meteor shower.
Thick grey clouds send droplets from the sky telling me to be brave and give it a try,
That I’m not alone in this battle,
but instead with a pillow and cushions by my side.
And this confidence gives a spark to shine as I close these tabs that torment this mind of mine.
I feel glad, I feel proud. I have despite my doubts,
fulfilled these tasks as emotions begin to sprout.