I try to cover my sorriness in humor
But when my eyes start to drift and my mind starts to glaze
Time ceases and thoughts cease and people cease and all that is left is the keys under my nails
The peeling of my skin
The scratching of my legs
The motionless shallow breathing that remains a steady and broken hum
When the quiet takes over
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
I try to cover my sorriness in humor
But when my eyes start to drift and my mind starts to glaze
Time ceases and thoughts cease and people cease and all that is left is the keys under my nails
The peeling of my skin
The scratching of my legs
The motionless shallow breathing that remains a steady and broken hum
When the quiet takes over
