mouse toes
The smell of summer reminded me of many years ago... playing basketball, bounding onto the grass to retrieve a runaway ball I was summerged in the memory. The thick air transfixed with the heat waves, mixed with a sweaty brow... the memory of being 10 and it being summer... completely free.
Mice have been disturbing me lately. I'm not sleeping in my room where the mice are and they still wake me up. My mind has become completely keen to any slight noises... interpreting them as little toes. Trying to remind myself they aren't. I've already tried to remind myself that they are just little toes, but my mind won't have any part in ignoring that.
My stomach growls... and I'm cast into remembering I've had good days. Depression seeps in like the mice from under the carpet. Try to logically devise... mice won't hurt you if you can just learn to accept them. These negative impulses, they try to surround me. I need the equivlency of a mouse trap. But we can only find happiness within ourselves, I've heard it again and again. So I gotta keep myself busy, and hope the good will weigh out the bad, illogical thinking battled by appraisal.
This is my last week of school for this lame summer session. I want to go to the beach this weekend? That was a question. Boogie boarding... if the waves are up for it. If I can pull out of my slumps of laziness. My ill-natured feelings for adventure. As soon as I got my set of wheels nothing feels possible. How'd I get so backwards?
Eat breakfast, watch television. Should study.. or at least clean my room... but maybe I'll go into Borders and read one of their many books.
Trying to reclaim that summer's sense of freedom. Sweat and freshly cut grass are on my side.
Mice have been disturbing me lately. I'm not sleeping in my room where the mice are and they still wake me up. My mind has become completely keen to any slight noises... interpreting them as little toes. Trying to remind myself they aren't. I've already tried to remind myself that they are just little toes, but my mind won't have any part in ignoring that.
My stomach growls... and I'm cast into remembering I've had good days. Depression seeps in like the mice from under the carpet. Try to logically devise... mice won't hurt you if you can just learn to accept them. These negative impulses, they try to surround me. I need the equivlency of a mouse trap. But we can only find happiness within ourselves, I've heard it again and again. So I gotta keep myself busy, and hope the good will weigh out the bad, illogical thinking battled by appraisal.
This is my last week of school for this lame summer session. I want to go to the beach this weekend? That was a question. Boogie boarding... if the waves are up for it. If I can pull out of my slumps of laziness. My ill-natured feelings for adventure. As soon as I got my set of wheels nothing feels possible. How'd I get so backwards?
Eat breakfast, watch television. Should study.. or at least clean my room... but maybe I'll go into Borders and read one of their many books.
Trying to reclaim that summer's sense of freedom. Sweat and freshly cut grass are on my side.