I just want to sleep. Really.
I'm done with all my school work. Cheers. Sunday: Film editing time, yo.
I was done since this early evening. But I still can't sleep. This whole sleeping debacle is starting to really annoy me. Really annoy me. It's also starting to affect my speech pattern. Oh no.
And...
I was supposed to write an experimental short about insomnia, but I ended up writing this instead. Boo. Oh well. I'll try again tomorrow.
I wanted to write a dark comedy, but holyburningcarrots, I ended up with this. This could actually be included in the album my friend and I were making a year ago. hahaha.
Nobody told us
that this summer day
would be so cold.
Nobody told us
about the rules
to be followed.
In this place that we occupied
and denied.
In this place that we built
for us to hide.
Nobody warned us
of these conundrums
that minimize our time
Nobody warned us
of these vague signs
that heal the tide
In this space where we
decided to try
to see if we can defy
what the stars and banners
have raised us to believe
what the books and preachers
have forced us to abide.
Nobody can tell us
who we can be or
who can we see
Nobody warned us
how tiring it is to prove
that we can go beyond
what they see
that there's no difference
between them and us
Nobody should care
if we may seem like
an unlikely pair