Drooping eyes of slumber coming
No amounts of depth can let go of the feelings inside. I strive my hardest to eliminate them so that I can just let everything role right off my back. The lessons I have been taught but can't seem to absorb into my thick skull.
Truly so many things I need to learn. My mind keeps swirling and the words just keep running. I am finally experiencing the exhaustion thoroughly. Mind to toes. Indeed progress has been achieved. A remarkable bit of information to behold.
Though the many poems expressed you can now see my frustrations. I can't seem to tell you. Yes there are many times I think, what if I was me in past? Where would I be? How would I behave? Yes even the darker parts too. I am curious.
Maybe too much but a cat has nine lives. Haha.
Indeed yawns are making their way across parched lips, heavy, dry taste buds. Much has been released. Whether you talk to me or not, sometimes I have to express it because I can never tell you face to face. Just won't ever happen. Even more rare is the crying.
Just as rare as a kiss on the forehead. So there is no emotions in some acts. I will continue my pursuits on greens and stand tall on stilts. Yet I daresay the oddness of my words tonight, early morn may cause awkward moments to fall. No sounds, no letters and no hellos are expected. For I know I have truly confused.
Alas I am just being me. Explaining myself fully where I can. Here, on electronic journal unlined "paper". Indeed I expect no words for several days if not weeks. If even a hello is made I am truly mystified by your concern and level of kindness. For certain there may be some love for a brat.
And now I drift seconds at a time, off to sleep. Loosing the thoughts as my fingers continue to type. Finally the mind is empty and the eyes droop. Soft minutes are expanding and the weights are all gone. No longer ticked off nor concerned about silliness. I just am grateful to finally explode onto the "pages" and exit everything that was keeping me awake.
Grateful, yes I am. Granted I don't know what tomorrow hold. One can only hope I haven't harmed anything. Yet I never know because my words can punch people pretty hard, at times. Gotta realize that no names are mentioned and if you take it to heart maybe its a question you need to ponder.
Indeed, finally, a good night, morn is waving inside my mind. Under my closed lids are the linens waving in the wind. So a tidy good evening falls from my flickering eyelashes.
Not going to be sorry. Just had to get rid of all that was making me angry and frustrated. As I stated, poems are past. Poems are just letters to people I can't talk to. Sometimes they are even a jumble of words. No reason to them, just a necessity to be expressed.
So. sleeping I am finding. Maybe we can talk later. maybe.
Truly so many things I need to learn. My mind keeps swirling and the words just keep running. I am finally experiencing the exhaustion thoroughly. Mind to toes. Indeed progress has been achieved. A remarkable bit of information to behold.
Though the many poems expressed you can now see my frustrations. I can't seem to tell you. Yes there are many times I think, what if I was me in past? Where would I be? How would I behave? Yes even the darker parts too. I am curious.
Maybe too much but a cat has nine lives. Haha.
Indeed yawns are making their way across parched lips, heavy, dry taste buds. Much has been released. Whether you talk to me or not, sometimes I have to express it because I can never tell you face to face. Just won't ever happen. Even more rare is the crying.
Just as rare as a kiss on the forehead. So there is no emotions in some acts. I will continue my pursuits on greens and stand tall on stilts. Yet I daresay the oddness of my words tonight, early morn may cause awkward moments to fall. No sounds, no letters and no hellos are expected. For I know I have truly confused.
Alas I am just being me. Explaining myself fully where I can. Here, on electronic journal unlined "paper". Indeed I expect no words for several days if not weeks. If even a hello is made I am truly mystified by your concern and level of kindness. For certain there may be some love for a brat.
And now I drift seconds at a time, off to sleep. Loosing the thoughts as my fingers continue to type. Finally the mind is empty and the eyes droop. Soft minutes are expanding and the weights are all gone. No longer ticked off nor concerned about silliness. I just am grateful to finally explode onto the "pages" and exit everything that was keeping me awake.
Grateful, yes I am. Granted I don't know what tomorrow hold. One can only hope I haven't harmed anything. Yet I never know because my words can punch people pretty hard, at times. Gotta realize that no names are mentioned and if you take it to heart maybe its a question you need to ponder.
Indeed, finally, a good night, morn is waving inside my mind. Under my closed lids are the linens waving in the wind. So a tidy good evening falls from my flickering eyelashes.
Not going to be sorry. Just had to get rid of all that was making me angry and frustrated. As I stated, poems are past. Poems are just letters to people I can't talk to. Sometimes they are even a jumble of words. No reason to them, just a necessity to be expressed.
So. sleeping I am finding. Maybe we can talk later. maybe.
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