I'm feeling rather... empty
I feel like something is missing.
Today was an awful day. I felt so sick. I was at work but i couldn't handle being there, so I called my co-worker, Ryan. He eventually came in for me (at 8:30) so I got to leave early, which I'm really thankful for. I, otherwise, would have been there until 12:05am. I think I'm going to try to go the university health center, tomorrow. I have had this recurring illness that is just too painful to sit around and hope it gets better, which is my usual plan of action. Tomorrow is the only day I'm not working this week, which is great that I have one day off. I have been feeling really stressed out and exhausted.
I need to find my head. I don't know where it's been this past week or so. I have a good thing going and I almost lost it because I wasn't thinking. I have to be more careful because I don't want to let this one go.
Painted trees,
the breath of leaves,
the doldrum of my restless heart
I find the fall in lethargic wonder,
twisting it's gnarled fingers into the
sparkling hair of winter,
tugging gently and affectionately, but refusing to pull
the page turns,
a new chapter is presented
and the world reads on
what are the words
that are scrawled across these pages?
Each word a world to take cover in,
Each world a chance to be mended
the worn out stitching of my skin
can easily be tightened
all this cotton,
spilling out,
is mindless of replacement
each morning that I rise to the day
is another day I've won the battle
Today was an awful day. I felt so sick. I was at work but i couldn't handle being there, so I called my co-worker, Ryan. He eventually came in for me (at 8:30) so I got to leave early, which I'm really thankful for. I, otherwise, would have been there until 12:05am. I think I'm going to try to go the university health center, tomorrow. I have had this recurring illness that is just too painful to sit around and hope it gets better, which is my usual plan of action. Tomorrow is the only day I'm not working this week, which is great that I have one day off. I have been feeling really stressed out and exhausted.
I need to find my head. I don't know where it's been this past week or so. I have a good thing going and I almost lost it because I wasn't thinking. I have to be more careful because I don't want to let this one go.
Painted trees,
the breath of leaves,
the doldrum of my restless heart
I find the fall in lethargic wonder,
twisting it's gnarled fingers into the
sparkling hair of winter,
tugging gently and affectionately, but refusing to pull
the page turns,
a new chapter is presented
and the world reads on
what are the words
that are scrawled across these pages?
Each word a world to take cover in,
Each world a chance to be mended
the worn out stitching of my skin
can easily be tightened
all this cotton,
spilling out,
is mindless of replacement
each morning that I rise to the day
is another day I've won the battle