xoxo
Dear Miss Lapin,
Why am I in such envy of you? It's keeping me awake tonight thinking how so much I can do more for myself, but I made myself a rut out of those lazy bones. I shall continue these lies that I hold dear before going back to slumber, waking up, back to reality of the monotonous mundanity of life. And no closure to this cycle I lead.
Was it the train conductor?
Or could it just be the fog through the forest?
That, I blame it on.
The train puffed and puffed it's way on the darkness of the tunnel.
It never seems to stop.
Not tonight, not in the morning.
It is time to hit the brakes, and fly!
Love, S.
Why am I in such envy of you? It's keeping me awake tonight thinking how so much I can do more for myself, but I made myself a rut out of those lazy bones. I shall continue these lies that I hold dear before going back to slumber, waking up, back to reality of the monotonous mundanity of life. And no closure to this cycle I lead.
Was it the train conductor?
Or could it just be the fog through the forest?
That, I blame it on.
The train puffed and puffed it's way on the darkness of the tunnel.
It never seems to stop.
Not tonight, not in the morning.
It is time to hit the brakes, and fly!
Love, S.