Dormant, but alert for a rude awakening: to either save lives in danger or save those at risk of failing an exam.

Laptop out and about, productivity is just out of reach for the Dulce Blueberry Matcha and sip the carefully crafted flavors, curated first for the gaze-- taste a mere after-thought.

Gripping the wheel with my left hand, speeding over a pothole on the I-5 with my brain scrambling for the car keys in the ignition, clashing loudly against my Joshua Tree keychain and “Close to You” blaring on the AUX. LA drives me to the edge of sanity with all the noise. Maybe it’s time for another road trip to Joshua Tree -- alone this time, sunroof and mouth wide open in awe of the silent stars above.

Our time may seem like a catastrophe; Nevertheless, thou shalt maintain thy calm For the best choice is e’er tranquility. Rolling ashore, fell prophets from the sea, The waves chant all night long a wicked psalm (When time may seem like a catastrophe). Let’s put our best foot forward and be free, Share what we have (rich giving paupers alm), Hope the best choice be e’er tranquility. Can devilish obliteration be Transformed into creating, earthly malm, Though time may seem like a catastrophe? Perhaps the bitter cold may weaken me-- But cracked hands soften with the use of balm, So the best choice is e’er tranquility. Our rhetoric’s become incendiary, Exploding anger and blood -- verbal napalm; Our time may seem like a catastrophe, But the best choice is e’er tranquility.

Eyes lock, I love the bottomless ethereal seas of your Iris, Jess, Sophia? -- You seem like a Joy to be with and look at how delusional I am, to be envisioning a glimpse of what we could be and see together. Drifting off and losing spark, our eyes mutually agree with an abrupt but definitive break.

Frail fingers, frozen, wet, and betrayed by the Weather App that I so meticulously checked before stepping out which solemnly promised me otherwise.

Is it wrong of me to assume that you’re a true believer in retail therapy, with Sephora, Zara, and fashion companies I would have to Google, brands probably well beyond my tax bracket, consuming your tabs and echoed by the ever-growing numbers in your shopping carts, items destined to be worn once or twice before being banished to the neglected back of your already overfilled closet, and the way you scroll-- so casual, so mindless? This is not your first endeavor and most definitely won’t be your last. It’s been 46 minutes and 23 seconds, but 0 items have been purchased, yet. I don’t buy it. I guess you don’t, either.