Sitting here

 at my

desk, 6

​

hours have

passed and yet it

 has been 5

​

 minutes. Blue

 light, dark

 nights, the sound

​

  of soft

music. Productivity is

 water, slipping

​

 between cracks and

crevices of open

 palms and

​

washing away, far

 away. A hand

on my

​

 shoulder and I

 turn and no

 one is there and

​

 yet I

 can hear them

 talking to me just

​

do it why

can’t you

  do it it would

​

 be done if you

 had just

started when

​

 you sat

down. I

clean my

​

 room, talk to

friends, call

parents, anything to

​

ignore the abandoned

 obligations, the

 rising

sun

​

cresting the

trees. I

close my

​

eyes

out of pure

instinct.