Quintin_Eclipse

One day before the test, and my nerves start to fizzle.

I need to study all I can to make up for the days that I was never in class and never learned anything; Make up for my stupidity and procrastination.

The snow of yesterday lingers in my mind,

and the heat of today bites at my body.

Exhaustion writhes through every atom in my being, and sleep seems to be the only thing I know how to do.

Nighttime hits like a truck. Sleep is far from your grasp, and the skin under your eyes wilt.

My hands are catalysts of creation.

I feel, I bind, I grow, and I love with these hands of mine.

My hands weave crowns of flowers and make twine and twig wed together.