Monday, 29 September 2008

She's Hearing Voices.

trade your demise for mine
a tissue for a cigarette
my eyes are dry
but on the inside
I'm all wet

we sit and we sigh
and nothing gets done

Today I was nervous, exhausted, uninspired, energized, hungry, interested, intrigued, disappointed, surprised, homesick, cold and stupid. I got absolutely nothing done of the things I had planned to do.

I'm constantly running out the door when all I really feel like doing is curling up in my bed and sleeping away an entire day, hoping to feel inspired again after that. Yesterday I walked for miles and miles just to get to a certain road with certain trees, that in the end look exactly the same as the trees you might find anywhere else. For that brief moment I spent looking at those trees, however, I felt serene inside and out, only to be filled with a sense of restlessness when I started walking home again. 

and it came to me then
that every plan
is a tiny prayer 
to father time

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