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I hear it is raining up I-35
I love rain drops
filtering from the sky onto my rooftop
It is not raining here
I like the word schoolishness and naps and stretching my back in the morning, unexpectedly feeling strong
I can't think today, I need a shower and then a nap
Somewhere soft
There are ideas in my head of how to allow myself to experience again, but then my quiet mind shivers with a lack of unrest, a feeling that someone needs me, that I need me, that someone sees the subtle
A deep well of emotion I can't yet grasp
Because of too much foolishness
it would have been wonderful to feel so bad
It Ends with a Fall:
I know it’s coming down,
and see it shattering me
- it doesn’t matter to me,
and I’m not sadder for
seeing it come.
I love rain drops
filtering from the sky onto my rooftop
It is not raining here
I like the word schoolishness and naps and stretching my back in the morning, unexpectedly feeling strong
I can't think today, I need a shower and then a nap
Somewhere soft
There are ideas in my head of how to allow myself to experience again, but then my quiet mind shivers with a lack of unrest, a feeling that someone needs me, that I need me, that someone sees the subtle
A deep well of emotion I can't yet grasp
Because of too much foolishness
it would have been wonderful to feel so bad
It Ends with a Fall:
I know it’s coming down,
and see it shattering me
- it doesn’t matter to me,
and I’m not sadder for
seeing it come.
2 Comments:
you have pretty thoughts honey-honey
commented by 
Anonymous, 6:56 PM
Anonymous, 6:56 PM
If you aren't wasted, the day is
I don't have pretty thoughts, honey-honey
I don't have pretty thoughts, honey-honey
