I decided to play violin in my dorm at the wrong moment one day.
Fingers gently press wires strung across the box of wood,
They meet the cool black platform
A respite from frantically typing on a keyboard.
Slurring the oft-practiced sixteenth-note phrases,
Bow crossing strings in parabolic arcs to Bach's Gigue in D Minor,
Interrupted by the dissonant blare of alarms, panic, forgetting the email marked
"Emergency Drill"
Taking breaks (albeit not too often) is just as important as studying itself. Just sitting in my room and looking out the window happened to be enough.
Ice caresses a foot gone lame
Rested against a window frame
Sipping sweet mango-lychee tea
Listening to Piaf's chansons sur la vie
As thoughts of exams fade into passing thoughts
Rather than imminent doom mere hours away.
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