Coconuts
we are a random bunch. everyone of us.
i've been sick, so i've been medicated, so i've been quiet.
Quiet enough to see and listen and learn. We are a random bunch.
People don't like when I'm quiet. They think something is wrong. I'm allowed a moment of silence. I am. I'll just remember to smile more often than I already am, so as not to alarm you of the random quietness approaching.
I like to sit back and watch. I see more of what I might have missed. I get to formulate a plot. A plan. An action. I believe I am a methodical creature. I have methods, I have a back up of systems, auto pilots, and hidden engines..just for these times when I need to purge my soul of desolating graces, thick black muds of emotions, and snot.
My sinuses held a massive upheaval and i'm fighting the good fight with Advil Cold and Sinus. Liquid gels.
God I need a shower. A ton of hot water falling heavily on my head and shoulders. Steaming up the basin below me, making misty the bath I have retreated to. Erasing everything, thinking of nothing, and being able to scrub off the crazy week that has attached itself to me. I want to melt off layers of tension with hot tears, burning new release of calm into me. I want to not move, but my legs to shave themselves, my hair to be shampoo-ed and repeated if necessary. I want cool conditioner to fall over me, making my hair soft, and the rest of me renewed. I wanna be awaken to every sense around me, cool tiles under my hands, soft rugs under my toes. Warm towels wrapped all around me. Wiping the steam away from the mirror, feeling the cool wetness gather and slip away from the surface. I want to see a healthy me staring back, smiling.
damn roommates. but i sympathize..we are both sick.
i've been sick, so i've been medicated, so i've been quiet.
Quiet enough to see and listen and learn. We are a random bunch.
People don't like when I'm quiet. They think something is wrong. I'm allowed a moment of silence. I am. I'll just remember to smile more often than I already am, so as not to alarm you of the random quietness approaching.
I like to sit back and watch. I see more of what I might have missed. I get to formulate a plot. A plan. An action. I believe I am a methodical creature. I have methods, I have a back up of systems, auto pilots, and hidden engines..just for these times when I need to purge my soul of desolating graces, thick black muds of emotions, and snot.
My sinuses held a massive upheaval and i'm fighting the good fight with Advil Cold and Sinus. Liquid gels.
God I need a shower. A ton of hot water falling heavily on my head and shoulders. Steaming up the basin below me, making misty the bath I have retreated to. Erasing everything, thinking of nothing, and being able to scrub off the crazy week that has attached itself to me. I want to melt off layers of tension with hot tears, burning new release of calm into me. I want to not move, but my legs to shave themselves, my hair to be shampoo-ed and repeated if necessary. I want cool conditioner to fall over me, making my hair soft, and the rest of me renewed. I wanna be awaken to every sense around me, cool tiles under my hands, soft rugs under my toes. Warm towels wrapped all around me. Wiping the steam away from the mirror, feeling the cool wetness gather and slip away from the surface. I want to see a healthy me staring back, smiling.
damn roommates. but i sympathize..we are both sick.