tired
anxious
on edge
ill-prepared
lonely with my socialness
and content with worry.
Tension...from myself.
I want sleep, but does it want me?
I want storms, but will they ever be?
I know I am going to leave behind a present that Ive gotten use to.
Change is in the air, I look forward, but as always i confuse anxious with excitement. Twins but from different wombs.
My eyes are fluttering to the back of my head.
Better check that out.:-p
Night.
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