"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A Serious Case of the Tuesdays.

I'm in one of those states
where I don't want to move
or breathe.
I cried today.
I don't want to go tomorrow, but I have to.
Because it will make me a big girl.
I need to feel something.
I'm not making sense and I have a song stuck in my head.
I laughed today.
I feel like crying right now, but I just want to see white
and ponder things.
Lately I've been looking at the little things
and planning out the big ones.
I can't seem to pay attention
when people are talking to me because I
keep looking at the way the light hits
that spoon.
Nothing makes serious sense right now,
not even me.

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