Consciousness

College is out again, and I lie crippled with a sense of guilt over the lack of drive to pen anything. Life goes on, yet mind lives back in the memories once gone away. I have started hating consciousness these days: that I think, feel, suffer, speak, and reason bother me and the entire universe. Wish I could fly the wings I have been denied and wag the tail I cannot see though learn that which makes me the subject of mockery.