Procrastination

Sometimes in the quiet solitude of now, the screams of tomorrow pierce the blackness. Anger, frustration, and the realization of failed preparation cut like shards of glass.   I sit helplessly behind my screen. 

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Author's note:  Sometimes my thoughts are short. Sometimes they are long.  I don't discriminate. I have to allow them to come out without the fear of length.  This just happens to be one of those short entries.