the pretense of life

you can only

sit at the desk and write

for so many

hours, which leaves you

the rest

of the day to do things

with.

to go about

the pretense of life.

filling in those restless

hours,

with responsibilities

and 

chores.

conjuring thing to say,

to appear normal,

while your mind collects

as much

as it can

tolerate.

thinking always of returning

back

to write more,

perturbed at so many

delays.