I’d go but
I’m tired. And I’m scared. And my feet can’t find the given path. I’ve heard now, learned, that procrastination develops from the fear of failing in whichever task I stand before, but that hasn’t changed a thing. My body still remains a malleable stone, collecting moss in room, alone. Motivation pushes me to the sit up, but for the stand I lack fuel. I’m
tired, or I’d go.
Currently feeling I’m stuck in a rut- but I’m sort of still moving. (The hamster wheel helps.)