math notebook fragments
live in the moment: to dream, not to dream?
to think with your head or your heart?
--
the day is long, and i am weak
too blind to know, too dumb to speak.
I miss safety and caring
miss warmth and miss rest.
don't speak.
I don't even care right now
hate or love, I can't tell
both look the same to my world-weary eyes
I cannot fall asleep
too tired right now to stand
with the inclination I can't read
kill me or tuck me in bed.
--
at this point, it just doesn't matter. love or hate, it doesn't matter. either one of them will suit my weary means. for if you hate me, please then kill me so I need not wake again. if you love me, ask much of me. put me to bed and I'll wake in your arms.
indifference is ever my undoing.
--
amusement.
bemusement.
choose me,
I lose me.
run of words, run away, stay, light of day.
Ophelia, now I see you
lost in another man's poetry
the torrent of letters that swept your life away.
Ophelia, you haunt me
with desperate defense
but take, not my life, just old dreams.
--
to think with your head or your heart?
--
the day is long, and i am weak
too blind to know, too dumb to speak.
I miss safety and caring
miss warmth and miss rest.
don't speak.
I don't even care right now
hate or love, I can't tell
both look the same to my world-weary eyes
I cannot fall asleep
too tired right now to stand
with the inclination I can't read
kill me or tuck me in bed.
--
at this point, it just doesn't matter. love or hate, it doesn't matter. either one of them will suit my weary means. for if you hate me, please then kill me so I need not wake again. if you love me, ask much of me. put me to bed and I'll wake in your arms.
indifference is ever my undoing.
--
amusement.
bemusement.
choose me,
I lose me.
run of words, run away, stay, light of day.
Ophelia, now I see you
lost in another man's poetry
the torrent of letters that swept your life away.
Ophelia, you haunt me
with desperate defense
but take, not my life, just old dreams.
--