juggle it, clown.

It was one of those days

nearly mundane, hardly routine

after such productive week (and weekend)

pages of writing, hours of brainstorms and floods of inspiration

exhaustion kicked in

leave the bed when the skies barely turn lighter shades of blue and grey

come home after dark

staring at the mess in the room

piles of dirty (and clean) clothes I can't seems to tell the difference

uncooked dinner

cold air

huffftt..

tons of emails and text messages

indicating the tasks I am yet to get through

can I do this?

responsibilities, expectations

sigh

inhaling the warmth from a cup of tea

i want to feel home

i want to be capable to juggle this life

i want to cope with the responsibilities

and rise up to the expectations

i want to be in control, again

the thoughts of warm moist salty air of home

the friendly temperature of the ocean

the blue pounding waves

home.

and you.

and choices I have to make

and I juggle, like a clown

lego juggling clown image was taken from here