cathyikeda
deadlines loom like balloons overhead, threatening to deflate just enough to brush the top of my head like a whisper or a nag, or looming danger, sadness, and a birthday passed.
Time is an enemy, procrastination, wandering, dreaming, leaping, staying still, all possible enemies depending on lack, rush, efficiency, focus, conservancy, hustle. Itʻs not always just about people. Who has time for people enemies when stagnation and frustration are so debilitating.