Monday, May 9, 2011

All under the boughs unbowed

All these feelings, now nine years old, are resurfacing and overwhelming and I wish it was appropriate to cry all the time but I'm also kind of glad it's not.
It's frustrating because I don't even know why I'm getting sad or nervous- it's not like they can tell me anything I don't already know.
Tomorrow will be a reminder of reality, as if it's not already something I think about every day.
I would really just like a fast-forward button, or a big, fat joint.

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