I’m too overwhelmed to do anything; I think I’ll just write.
I’m laying in my bed littered with clutter.
The time has quickly fizzled towards midnight.
Assignments keep slipping through my fingers like warmed butter.
Everything is quiet.
All except the water pipes above my head and static noise.
My stomach aches from my frozen meal diet.
In all the chaos, there is poise.
I was a warm body pressed against another.
5 hours ago, I held your icy hands.
The room was cold, but we held each other.
That thought alone makes it easy to withstand.
Now I’ll sleep in my room for the second to last time ever.
I wish I was somewhat more prepared.
My possessions have been reduced to the boxes towering over.
I'm scared.