Tuesday,
November 15, 2011
Walking down
the overly-crowded hallways...walking but not thinking...
Not paying attention to the world around you...
Just allowing your feet to take you where they please.
Not paying attention to the world around you...
Just allowing your feet to take you where they please.
The smiles, I
see them. I do.
Some of them familiar, some of them out of pity.
But it's okay, intentions are good.
But what do I feel? How do I react?
I'd rather be wrapped up in the comfort of a blanket while sipping hot cocoa.
Some of them familiar, some of them out of pity.
But it's okay, intentions are good.
But what do I feel? How do I react?
I'd rather be wrapped up in the comfort of a blanket while sipping hot cocoa.
And I'm fine
with that.
I'm fine with a lot of things.
But I'm not fine with the way she thinks she is.
And I'm not fine with the wind tousling my already messy hair.
I'm fine with a lot of things.
But I'm not fine with the way she thinks she is.
And I'm not fine with the wind tousling my already messy hair.
I know I am
not alone. I know I am far from alone.
Yet sometimes my emotions tell me other wise.
And sometimes I am left tying my shoes and wishing for better days.
Yet sometimes my emotions tell me other wise.
And sometimes I am left tying my shoes and wishing for better days.
When I don't
even need to.
Because I have glittery nail-polish and over-tattered secret books to keep me happy.
I even have laughter that makes my tummy sore.
But that isn't the point...or is it?
I can't seem to think so.
So I'll just stick to the changes and allow myself to bend and mold and not move at all.
Because I have glittery nail-polish and over-tattered secret books to keep me happy.
I even have laughter that makes my tummy sore.
But that isn't the point...or is it?
I can't seem to think so.
So I'll just stick to the changes and allow myself to bend and mold and not move at all.
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