Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

right now

right now
i’ve got nothing to tell besides, i feel lifeless
run out of stories to write
what a mind-numbing afternoon this is

would it be better?
if i play with my mind a little
pretend im lying next to you

would it be worse?
if i move inches
closer to you
feel me breathe
and hear me groan

oh my dear pillow
i need you now…
i’m so darn sleepy

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