Night Bird

so yes, im better.
My laptop... is dead.
I have to reformat the drive tomorrow. *sighs*

Worried, unstressed - both at once. I feel despair as the surge before panic, the void left before the breaker's curl. Too much waiting. Not enough action. Wens is too far... Satruday even further.
Let this end now, so that I may not suffer any longer. Damned finals.

I write to find comfort. The persicion of the bonsai in a poem, grown old with time still seems young in its smallness.