May 16, 2008 00:16
irritable, exhausted, worried, lost.
caught up in thoughts that were in a coma.
smiling to get through the day. silencing voices in my head to get to sleep.
sleep would be so nice if only it would come.
work in eight hours.
confined to an old room once filled with lights and bright colored blocks, now chillingly white and expensive.
boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes
and boxes and boxed and boxed
and boxed.
clear plastic bags.
broken pansy leaves.
burning paper.
blank cds.
icee cream.
boxes and boxes and boxes and ...
how is it that im too tired to move? and when i place my head on my pillow, im wide awake.
wide awake.
boxed.