So many things to do, but so little time.
Too many papers, and not enough focus.
Seemingly enough, the thoughts are floating about.
They are no longer nearby, but rather distantly drifting away.
Such hardship it is, focusing on papers.
They must be written, but thoughts are on a different topic.
Seeing that there are consequences, impatience creeps around the corner.
The longing persists, hoping that a friendship will be rebuilt.
Saying certain things, pain can result from such.
The hurtful words and actions sting, creating a trench.
Separating from reality and emotions, life can be confusing.
The damage done remains unknown.
Suspending from the air, the thoughts are unsettling.
There is a lot to be done, more than a lifetime's worth for one certain individual.
Seeping through the neurons, the hope starts to dwindle.
This individual finally sent a message, now just dazing in uncertainty.
Such as the message sent, the response could be anything or nothing at all.
The pressure has dissipated, but fails to reestablish concentration on the papers at hand.
Someday, it has been said.
Things will work out, one way or another.
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