"Hustle's in my chest. No hustle, no progress."
“
The bleak walls mirrored their disposition.
what’s keeping
me awake
in the night
that has my mind
to wander the
depths of knowledge,
and my covers,
following the movement
of my restless body,
to disturb the tranquil
night, with exception to
the clock, standing
resolute, ticking.
