Apr 14, 2009 08:45
wee enough to hide away
from all the glaring light of day
teensy tiny little sprite
just wants to hidden until night
When the long cool shadows filter in
stilling the raucus daylit din
My skin hates me, machines are breaking, roof needs mending
all this shit seems never ending
I never think I am all that stressed until those moments I realize that I am
artsy chaotic,
melancholia &/or angst