Tuesday, October 28, 2008

My legs shake like earthquakes and light looks like
bandages, wrapped around our skin at night. I'm not
scared of the dark, but this coat keeps me warm, sated,
and happy. I miss everything about New York weekends
and I just want to move out of this town. There's so many
other things I'd rather do. But, fuck I'm so lost. I feel like...
sometimes I might be going crazy. This whole routine isn't
working out and I don't have the time or energy to change it.

My elbows itch, this cardigan's too small, and my pants sit
low on my hips because my belt doesn't hold them up any longer.
My shoelaces are tucked in my shoes because sometimes I forget
they're there and I'm afraid I'll trip over them, forget to throw
my hands out to break my fall and smash my nose.

2 comments:

Cunt Hoe Bitch said...

Hey, I had to change my blog URL.
My new place of residents people didn't find it appropriate.
My new URL is spaghetti-day.blogspot.com.

Grinning Mouths said...

I have the same problem with my pants. Clothes piss me off. >:(