Wake up. Wake up. I want up. I think I want up. When will this surreal dream end? When will I open my eyes and be awakening next to a person and not a pillow? (Maybe when I put a mirror next to the bed)
I watch others grow but I feel like I've given up on that. I feel like my soul is stuck between this place and wherever it is I'm supposed to be. I'm always so tired. I could sleep for eight hours tonight--which I plan on doing--and wake up tomorrow wanting to close my eyes again.
I returned library books that were late. $6.75 for poetry that I didn't read. (Didn't read and didn't inspire me to write.)
Sleep now. Sleep now. I want down.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
