Deep into the Night

I have so many things to do, and yet, I do nothing.

I don’t know where to start.

I get up, determined to begin, and find myself pacing back and forth. Accomplishing nothing.

So I sit back down and reach for my book. Always my book.

I don’t know what to do in my own story, so I get lost in someone else’s.

And slowly, the hours of the day pass, one by one.

Darkness falls, and still I read, deep into the night.

Another day ends.

A new one begins.

I am wasting time.

I am running out of time.

I am beginning to panick. 

And still, I read.

Deep into the night.