Bathroom walked to.
Lights still off.
Sleep escapes.
Continue wandering the house?
Or toss and turn
while imagination runs turbid?
Bathroom walked to.
Lights still off.
Sleep escapes.
Continue wandering the house?
Or toss and turn
while imagination runs turbid?
Sleep.
Sleep in.
Wake up.
Waking up.
Breakfast and Coffee.
Choking not recommended.
And of we go to the rest of the day.
Some times the work
is worth it.
Other times
it only increases
the horrible end results.
So today I
will live with my choices
and hope
I learn to stop pushing
my decisions away.
The current tactic
of a business
to automatically
hang up on you
when they
are experiencing
an overwhelming
number of calls
really makes one
find out just how
patient they really are.
I would rather wait in a queue
for an hour
than have to
continue to call back
for 20 mins.
The mouse runs.
The rat hides.
The birds flaps.
The human cuddles.
The temperature outside
is typical this time of year.
Now I regret
not getting the flu shot.
If only this cold
could get rid of the Cold
I would be much happier.
Or at least
less achey!
Forgotten but still despised.
The snot rags that fill up the bin.
The awful sniffling.
The hacking cough.
The fact that I get the cold last.
Grumbling about missing out on friends.
The aching body that refuses to sleep.
The headache that no one else can see
but hears only in my voice.
If only…
But then life would have been different.
I wish…
For what exactly?
I should have…
Only brings back regret.
What if I had…
What if I had not?
Ignorance is bliss…
Yet the truth shall set you free.
I am not who I thought I was
And yet
I can not see me any other way.
A
Drunk tired.
Unable to process.
Blockage ensues.
Spurts of insight.
Lethargy combats.
Time to call in the reserves.
False alarm.
No one else to take on the case.
Guess we will be here awhile.
A different kind of flowers.
White and blue.
Specks of food trapped in the bristles.
Stains from washing last nights pots.
The vase is beautiful
in this entirely unique function
which it is being utilized for.
Kitchen scrubbers.
It is the weird tastefulness
of the object in question
which makes me adore being strange.