My lashes fall heavy.
This happened to me frequently in Vietnam. Snug under my mosquito net in small town Vietnam with the night chirping, I would lay down exhausted and let my eyes rest.
Unpleasant fluorescent awakenings
before the rooster stirs
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I don't want to plan, but I feel the pressure to.
i went through a period where all i did was plan and at times, it felt greatly productive. other times, i would resent all the confines, boxed in by time slots. still trying to figure out the delicate balance of leading an organized, spontaneous, yet mindful life.. is there such a thing? i'd like to believe this is possible.
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