A Jumble of Broken Prose-ry (Crockery)

The water runs in hurried rivulets over my skin, while my shoulder catches the spray and stragglers catch on the geography of my body, forming lonely droplets before gravity pulls them with the speed of the preoccupied to puddle loudly at my feet. I keep my eye trained on the slight swell of my left breast, concentrating to see the shudder of my heart beating under the surface. I remember doing it when I was younger. It seemed easier to see the tremors. I glance to the right to see my heartbeat showing through too. As I turn back, I tilt my head to the left, placing two fingers under the soft skin and feeling my pulse through my neck match the faint jump of breast.

It seems the words come easy in the shower. They bloom and burble like a river fed to bursting from spring rains. The courage and the motivation to write swell like flood. As soon as the handle has made its clockwise turn and I step out of the class stall, the easy half-passages and inventive ideas evaporate with the steam on the glass walls. I tumble out of the constant white noise of hissing, living water to the passive hum of the vent. The world and its obstacles fall back in place and I towel off, half-hopeful to put the phrases to use, half-optimistic at regularly updating the blog.

So the new year has started. I no longer count the year as beginning in January. Like the fashion world, I find it starts in September. A new academic year, and a lot of new brass promises. They have already begun to dull, but the night is still young, and so I swoop in to catch myself from falling into the trenches of my mistakes from last year.
My resolution is as follows:
1.) Apply myself seriously and do well in school
2.) No procrastination is whatever I have committed myself to do
3.) Blog more
4.) Get all the projects I swore to do rolling
a. School clubs/activities
b. Webcomic
5.) Remember my dreams more. Sleep more so I CAN dream more.

We'll see how well that turns out