Dithering the hours away on mindless minute detail, as
Intentions of productivity fall by the wayside, derailed
Shame creeps in with every detour and defection
Thoughts splinter and fly apart in a million directions,
Randomly scattered to the wind like useless dust
All dreams of improvement deferred, gone bust
Creativity runs dry and grinds to a standstill
Tasks of the day pile up, left to go unfulfilled
Impatient voices call for the results on which they depend
Obligations made and unmet, doomed to end in
Nothing worthwhile to show for the effort I expend
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Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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