In the early hours of day In the early stages of grief In the early years of my life I find myself. Quietly sitting up in bed, not really asleep, not really awake. Just quietly staring, quietly passing time. My fingernails caked with blood from unconscious scratching. My mind numbed with meaningless songs and sitcoms […]
i’m not sleeping. properly too busy handling the night calls. my silhouette casts soft shadows all over the wooden of my floor. my gut vibrates miserably again knees weak, shaking like a leaf. everything swirls and swirls and swirls- don’t wake me up please. i’m not sleeping. properly- too busy answering the night calls. too […]
Mondays: iPod and homework. Tuesdays: Bananas and yogurt. Wednesdays: Yoga and Coke. Thursdays: Long bus rides and watermelon. Fridays: Nacho cheese Doritos and apple juice. Saturdays: Oatmeal and coffee. Sundays: Cycling and sunshine.