Title: not worth it
I hope everything of yours is gone. You gross me out. I feel bad that I let you into my life, but now I have stripped back everything you touched and thrown it in to be washed. Including myself. Scrubbing away, until I do not feel your presents again.
Title: Reading nook
I am proud of my books, all lined up neatly along my window nook. Books from my travels, books I have reread, books on my list to read. But now with technology, my books are becoming obsolete. Ebooks are easy and I can always take it with me. I will cherish my time I had spent with my books, and will continue to read them and more. The future is now.
I am transported back to a time where things seemed a bit more free and easily.
The thriving see life of the tropics. In all its beauty be cast of as cheap in the right light.
I sit back at a friends place and complain about how the world has passed me by, drongos following me around, making my wallet run dry.
I am tired trying to look collected in my shades.
I want to be free follow the coastline, feel the waves beneath my dingy.
The sand so calm, the stepping back onto land after a long boat ride.
I feel alive. Life is simple away from the masses.
There is no one around to help, but also no one around to hinder.
A little girl below the jetty, pretty and blonde, I wonder what her name is I wonder what she is doing down there.
In time I think things will reveal themselves.
But for now I need some time on my own, in a room of ones own.
This place is a mess, I need to clean it out before I undress.
My dog sniffs out trouble, but I am thinking elsewhere.
The sea so blue in the background, makes me feel small.
This is not a bad thing I must understand, it is there to help me deal with my thoughts, turn my big head into something small.
Title: done with purpose.
Easier to write than to do.
For in my thoughts I can make anything happen.
I can make the sky turn blue, bring me to you.
I can make my homework done in a flash, And my past and future rewrite itself.
But I do not feel the accomplishment I would feel if I had done it for real,
Maybe I am just not imagining hard enough.
Title: The back of my mind
Trapped in my mind. I wanted to see what was inside, really dig deep and see what I hide. But now that I am here the door has closed the water filling in. I am washed away into a part that I am not familiar with. I know it is me, but now I begin to wonder. So deep in my thoughts I have travelled. Now trying to find my way out. Colours rich and glowing, blues and greens, thick jungle surronds me, I have not been this far before, and I am beginning to scare myself. These thoughts are so primal, so exotic, so forgine to me. But here they are they must be mine. I am told we only use 10% of our brain, I feel as though I have travelled deeper than that, thick sludge around my feel. In my mind, somehow I am not alone.