I've been so pensive lately.
So lost in thought.
It's like everything I do is some kind of metaphor.
Everything I witness has some kind of deep meaning.
I've been writing things down.
Talking with people.
Even reading a little.
The weather is getting warmer
and I'm feeling better.
So that gets me wondering.
Why is my hand breaking out in bumps?
That really only happens when I'm nervous.
Or when it's really cold.
So I'm wondering why it's happening now.
It's like
somehow
my musing mind manifests under my skin.
Irritating and splitting the surface when a thought becomes too much.
It's sting makes me wince and squirm.
Like the ideas in my head when I'm trying to learn.
When it makes my knuckles burn and turn a sickly shade of scarlet
I wonder if people will ask me how I got it.
I could brush it off and say it's the weather.
Or I could just ignore it all together.
My thoughts are safe inside my head
and if they weren't
I'd rather be dead.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
I've been so pensive lately.
So lost in thought.
It's like everything I do is some kind of metaphor.
Everything I witness has some kind of deep meaning.
I've been writing things down.
Talking with people.
Even reading a little.
The weather is getting warmer
and I'm feeling better.
So that gets me wondering.
Why is my hand breaking out in bumps?
That really only happens when I'm nervous.
Or when it's really cold.
So I'm wondering why it's happening now.
It's like
somehow
my musing mind manifests under my skin.
Irritating and splitting the surface when a thought becomes too much.
It's sting makes me wince and squirm.
Like the ideas in my head when I'm trying to learn.
When it makes my knuckles burn and turn a sickly shade of scarlet
I wonder if people will ask me how I got it.
I could brush it off and say it's the weather.
Or I could just ignore it all together.
My thoughts are safe inside my head
and if they weren't
I'd rather be dead.
