When tomorrow comes,
I feel like putting on my girly makeup
save for the concealer, cos my needs, i have 'em.

Lately I've been staying home,
with my makeup face on,
doing work, feeling the ohm
on days im down for yoga; wet to my bone.

Staying home with makeup on's slowly making me feel better.
I pump my Deep Music and stay in the zone for an hour,
taking as long a break(s) as I want to, making sure
everyday I clear the self-set work of 4hours — power.

years ago I removed myself from twitter, wasnt easy.
it messed up my productivity,
falsified my authenticity,
blurred my belief in divinity
with instant gratification; crazy.
what was i thinking.
and only kept to blogging.

so my blog's my twitter. my schedule, my journal.
and i plan big things, my blog my witness; my blog my secret.
in all honesty, not every post is ideal. it represents
the chaos and the flick of a switch
that is my brain.

so my brain tells me that when tomorrow comes,
i put on my makeup and make sure its another productive day
like how it has been since tweeny-seventeen began.

Labels: #suchafah, brain fart, catastrophic chaos, word vomit

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