a small piece for a stupid reason to end this time

I've loved writing as much as I have this time around, and I want to do more. And keep up the nightly scribbles that have fallen off the routine horse bc of essays that needed writing.

I want to keep updating that longer poem, and keep thinking about the things I started thinking about.

it's the start of a piece for two violins, bassoon, and piano, that all being well I will actually be able to write, and not be forced to absent fail the subject for stupid reasons

my process is fucked my attitude is fucked, but goddammit I'm getting better slowly, and the whole pandemic is extra fucked

lots of love to you all - until next time xx