November.

So I'm waiting for this test to end.
So these lighter days can soon begin.
I'll be alone but maybe more carefree.
Like a kite that floats so effortlessly.

Flying in circles.

So, so close to the ground. Why is it so much easier for others to push themselves higher? I feel like I have to force myself. Maybe it's because these birds know where they're headed, which south they're flying to. Their comfort zones, they know where to go when they get cold. My sense of direction has rendered me to grow accustomed to these circles. I know where Id like to be headed, but I cant pry these weights off my wings. Can one of you turn around and help me out? Then we'll fly together.

Clumsy.

You will be safe in here, You will be safe in here.

Quod me nutrit me destruit.