the sleep is distant.
im still or feel like I am still sweating my naked cold body over a cold sidewalk on the streets. I get kicked and stumbled over and all I want to do is sleep.
But I get to escape. For good. Once spring appears in the mists i’ll start again. I need a wash.
The dogs stop barking and are muffled by the sounds of rustling papers and laughter and events that make me do such things.
But I think of them, Wolves everywhere but I feel like I have beaten them away.
But I know once I start walking again there will be even more.
These happy pills make me not worry yet. I am skipping into the night.
2 more months I’ll start walking two months after that.
Four. Four more months of this sickly place that has been a prison for as long as I can remember.
There is hope and I am extatic this is thanks to previous events and the various clinique happy pills that have skipped down my throat.
But
All
I
Want
To
Do
Is
Sleep
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