Un araignee de trop

I can't remember starting
And I can't imagine finishing

This time of year feels wrong to me. Everything is slowing down instead of picking up- everything is being put together, instead of falling apart. You'd think that wouldn't stress me out. But actually, I think a lack of proper schedule and a cave-in of all rigid structure messes with my brain and holds on to my ribcage too tightly.

If this is summertime, where are the soft whispers of sun and adoration on my skin?

I don't know how I feel today. I feel excited, and worried, and upset with myself, and battered. I feel up and down, and in and out, but not all around. If I was going on a bear hunt, I would have to go through it.
Through what:

• A forest of tutus
• A sea of ignored sheet music
• A valley full of polynomial equations
• A castle packed with guilt and need 
• The Land Before Time

"IT DOES NOT DO TO DWELL ON DREAMS AND FORGET HOW TO LIVE."