I'm learning to live

Between the small respites

When school and writing don't collide.

They rarely tessellate

                But translate to twin wavelengths

That smothers the other into silence.

In scattered-brain notes, my pen and paper

Wage war on which to favour.

Where could my character arc possibly hide

                   Among mathematical formulas?

(Drowsy algebraic signs

Make for some detective work

                  A good warm-up before class starts.)