Priorities

I don’t even know what’s important anymore. Things that are supposed to be on the agenda pushed back with a sense of urgency to make way for other trivial things, today I spent half an hour on the phone with my dad talking about school and my inability to realise a joke quickly enough; then I am back to solving equations and sketching parabolas. For a fact that I know I’ve been living with heightened senses because everything is convex and collapses outwards. There is an implosion, a ruckus led by riots and armies without any due cause. Everything just sorts of float amorphously, uncharged batteries and reading half a page of a novel. I haven’t had time to talk to best of friends, because our excuses are “we’re too busy” which we truly are and account for but with each sorry that either one offer makes everything seems so much more distanced and subliminal, as if we’re bringing it to infinity and ignoring the nth.

I hope you dream well tonight, blessed with good dreams. Know that more than anything in the world, I wish you love.