47) picking up the pieces

First week back at school draws near. What started out as excitement and anxiousness, soon turned to stress and frustration. Leaving for a week of school last term, I'm still catching up. In some cases I won't be able to, just from the lack of time.

I got a lot of work done tonight. If only I could be this productive every night, I wouldn't have anything to worry about. School is school, what are you gonna do about it?

These few sentences hardly count as a post. But I'm endeavoring to write more, Trang, The girl who got me into blogging has asked me to 'update' and so I shall. Hoping that some spark will light the flames of my inspiration so I may continue writing like I use to. With more passion and depth. Not just this useless dribble that seems to have made its way out of the labyrinth that is my brain (:

The sun sets on another day and brings darkness to the world. Like a heavy blanket the hustle and bustle of day soon turn to the quite and calm of night. As the world rests, dreams come to fill the minds around. As for me, I feel as if I cannot dream. But instead I must continue to pick up the pieces.