(no subject)
What is consistent.
Nothing and everything.
I want out
So bad.
As of late
Especially.
But thoughts of those
Little things
Make me hold on.
I have no
Drive or
Motivation
But clever words
Make me smile
And the sun,
And its warmth,
oh
How it warms my soul.
It is my friend-
and my
Comfort for the short
While it shines.
And flowers!
I bought her flowers for her birthday.
They are vibrant and beautiful and
Full of life-
They make my soul
Soar and I breathe
'Cause they remind me
What life could be.
But five minutes later
I am reaching for
Something to hold on to,
And there is not
Much cause I know
I don’t want there to be.
Libraries make my
Heart smile.
So much
So much thought,
many words, so much
to share and acquire-
it bursts at its seams
and begs for visitors; the
curious to look through, to
pass along the vast knowledge
it contains.
But then I am lost again,
Only a few minutes later,
And I remind myself to
Breathe.
Hold on to my ribcage with my
Religion by my side
but not
Inside, just beside.
Ask me
A question.
Will you marry me?
Nope. I am but exclamation and
Question marks and square
Brackets (and I am square!)
I want a baby.
Inadequate inadequate inadequate.
03/02/01
10:12pm