Acid reflux is eating my stomach as I try and bang out something halfway meaningful for Modern Chinese Literature, a class I've disregarded because I've always been able to get an A+ on any of its assignments in 15 minutes.

Maybe I should stop obsessing over things that hurt me and turn to the ones that can be helped.

Stairwells

Iron railings, Facebook's bleating, YouTube's trailing, productivity's fleeting--

 I'm down the tunnel and maze again,
Far away from what I wake up to every day--
 In my mind my visage is not plain,
Away from reality my creativity never went astray.
 Blood fills my temples,
skidding iron my soul has stained,

When I reach the bottom of the stairwell,
My papers still need writing, my bank account's still drained;
When your Facebook Feeds your demon,
 every day is just the same.