for what?
you know,
sometimes i really just want to say something inteligent.
and then i open my mouth.
and all the carefully planned out words
spill out in a jumble of
confusion.
it's kind of like dropping a glass of ice water over my own head.
glass shattering on the ground
icecube sticking to hair sprouting from my scalp
a mass of tendrills.
and the cold water soaking into my skin making me wonder why i dropped that glass of icewater over my head in the first place.
and then i remember.
i was trying to place it gently on a round cork coaster in the middle of the coffee table.
but i can't do anything right anymore
and getting a glass of water,
or saying something with clarity
rather then jumbling up my words and spitting them at people, has become much more difficult lately.
...
...
...
...
i hate people who spit everywhere. i think it's foul. and now look at me.
sometimes i really just want to say something inteligent.
and then i open my mouth.
and all the carefully planned out words
spill out in a jumble of
confusion.
it's kind of like dropping a glass of ice water over my own head.
glass shattering on the ground
icecube sticking to hair sprouting from my scalp
a mass of tendrills.
and the cold water soaking into my skin making me wonder why i dropped that glass of icewater over my head in the first place.
and then i remember.
i was trying to place it gently on a round cork coaster in the middle of the coffee table.
but i can't do anything right anymore
and getting a glass of water,
or saying something with clarity
rather then jumbling up my words and spitting them at people, has become much more difficult lately.
...
...
...
...
i hate people who spit everywhere. i think it's foul. and now look at me.