overthinking
overfeeling
to the point of it all becoming
[nothing]
overthinking
overfeeling
to the point of it all becoming
[nothing]
already in the mood for a nap
[daylight savings does this to me]
[late late nights do this to me]
[regular living does this to me]
that first sip
of coffee —
even if it’s not the caffeine
i need,
even if it’s just some semblance
of routine —
calms me
and readies me
for the stress of living
it’s dark out
this morning;
the rain and winds and storm and car alarm of the evening
mostly subsided,
but still threatening to continue on
into
the rest of the day
today
let my imagination play
and take me away
to somewhere in my own brain
but maybe not
~there~
[that’s not a very happy place…]
two new [to us] sweaters
Coogi
[or at least inspired]
rainbow-y
one for kip and one for me
wearing today —
matching
ruffled and cozy and loud and warm
maybe today will be a good day
do you ever have a day
when all you do
of the things you know you can do
well
simply abandon you
for the state of mediocre
to
bad?
i am having that kind of a day
hence why this poem
is more explanation
than true art form.
but it’s out here. it’s out here.
the focus
is fucked
today
be your own
woodland
fairy
princex
what a stressful last couple of days
what a travel/missed communication/vertigo/sleepy sleepy exhaustion couple of days
what a worry worry worry couple of days
i’m glad we’re back and together and okay.