Finished for the day
Shower; inhale; nose wrinkles...
When I'm lonely,
I walk outside...
Theres this place in my mind
Bright; full of life...
This piece and others i write like this are all...
Unhappiness,
It is negative...
Tall and yet short almost everyday,
Clumsy, tripping over all the chairs...
Pure dawn our time has come
The setting of the sun has...
I woke up this morning forgetting where I was,
And that's when I started thinking to myself...
I'm stuck in a room with one spiny chair that...
When the chair makes it's shrill cry when I spin...
I've got my writing touch back, I lost it a while...
Once I finally stepped over something to write...
I stand and observe
this world that was my home...
Every time i look at my bare hand,
i try to catch hold the flowing sand...