Procrastination

 

A best friend and an enemy

It makes me happy in the moment but it leaves waving effects;

It doesn’t know when to stop.

It consumes me until the trance is broken: I push it away but it comes crawling back.

During the moment it shines bright but then it ruins me.

It somehow casts a shadow over me: Only someone or something big can save me.

As it engulfs me I lose sight of reality. It’s just me and it.

I think it’s time it stopped.

I wrote this in my notes on my phone during the exam period and even though it's quite messy and odd I thought it would be appropriate to post it the day before I receive my GCSE results. I felt the need to write about procrastination but wasn't sure how so I just kept on writing, trying to describe what it does to me.

So good luck to anyone receiving GCSE results tomorrow.

Losing My Imagination

There have been occasions when I’ve recognised I no longer share the same imagination I possessed when I was younger or even a year ago. I fear I could lose all my imagination forever, meaning all the creativity I own will evaporate. The prospect of this scares me as I feel I need creativity to write. And without an imagination life would be boring to me.

I don’t know what has caused me to write about this but it’s a fear of mine. Perhaps my lack of reading recently has punctured a hole in my imagination.

Sometimes it seems presenting creativity is easier done through the media of drawing rather than through words. But maybe it depends on what mood one is in. If you have any thoughts on this please let me know, I’m interested to know what you think.

So I shall stop there and wish you a good weekend.

A Summer Day

 

 

 

A day in mid-July brought me tranquillity as a close friend of mine and I meandered around under towering trees that were coated various shades of green and had a light picnic in the sunny weather England has given us recently.

I hope you enjoy the photos from our trip and have had a good week.