as one part of my life comes to a close,
the ten or more weeks that has finally come to sweet success (hopefully).
the dull murky clouds of tomorrow looms as submission is a mere four days away.

and for once,
i havent even touched my work.
and its finger-close to submission.
as i continue to ignore the mounting work that grows at the back of my mind,
it seems that life will seem a little emptier after tomorrow.

its funny how scary submission,
knowing that this is a major one.
and i'm still asking people what are they wearing,
while planning for breakfast tomorrow.
seriously what am i doing?

i'm psychotic enough to keep my options for quarantining myself with the flu open.
madness i must say, i'm thinking of letting go and just go with tomorrow.
come what may, what havent i gone through?

responsibilities, seemingly part and parcel of my life.
tomorrow's a day away?

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