sleepwalking
and daydreaming
and just kind of floating my way
through the haze around me
it’s the only way
i can see
to protect myself and everything close to me
sleepwalking
and daydreaming
and just kind of floating my way
through the haze around me
it’s the only way
i can see
to protect myself and everything close to me
vibing
with music
but not with
writing
[the plight of the creative
with too many outlets]
pondering
teaching
directing
improvising
trying new things
[and not too new new things]
and still
maybe
sewing
and writing
and reading
and playing
and flying
and learning
and living
writing for aeons and aeons
just to find a concept i’d
never attempted
to understand
the sharp pain behind my knee
reminding me that my body is fallible
in the most silly of ways
Annee
and Jini
and Lynnette
and Jane
each of you raised me
in your own way
and i still ache for you
every
single
day
but i wish i had a wish
that could come true
and i’d be
satisfied
i’m hitting a wall
with mood and motivation
where, when one interest finally finds investment from me,
all the others
fall
[and i think i may need them
all
to be truly happy]
needy puppies
need treats and attention
and consoling when in pain
and constant playing when not
and i wouldn’t have it any other way
i keep forgetting to water my poor orchid
i mean, i always remember the next day
but it is nice to take care of all the plants together
it feels like they’re all family that way.