i just want to run around in a field
or forest
without having to worry
about taxes
or dinners
or interpersonal relationships
except for those i create in my mind
where is my idyllic adulthood?
i just want to run around in a field
or forest
without having to worry
about taxes
or dinners
or interpersonal relationships
except for those i create in my mind
where is my idyllic adulthood?
once again
feeling like i’m cosplaying
adulthood
[but also like everyone else might be, too]
it was actually fairly nice
yesterday —
working on a big poem
between rest
and embroidery
and silly television feeds
to make us feel
not quite 100% of the sadness we feel
daily —
there is something to be said for
working hard
on something,
and i did that,
i can do that.
[maybe i am an adult after all]
unawake
today of all days
of driving hours and hours
and caring for puppies
and doing adult things
and talking to fathers
and writing poetries
when my eye just wants to rest
away from screens or intensive lookings —
maybe tomorrow will be
less painful
in the iris
chocolate for breakfast
not because it’s a special occasion
or any reason really
but because we are adults
and we get to make adult decisions
and because we are healing our inner children
so chocolate for breakfast
is sometimes what the healing child
needs.