Apr 2013
I can taste the metallic warmth in my mouth as I bite the inside of my cheek and stare out into the quiet, foggy morning.
I cringe at the thought of the unavoidable dullness that lies ahead and my mind becomes clouded with an inexplicable angst.
“Maybe today will be better,” I whisper to myself with a longing that immediately stings my insides and leaves me aching the rest of the day.
I cringe at the thought of the unavoidable dullness that lies ahead and my mind becomes clouded with an inexplicable angst.
“Maybe today will be better,” I whisper to myself with a longing that immediately stings my insides and leaves me aching the rest of the day.
Not sure if this is even a poem..?
This wasn't meant to describe my day, I actually had a lovely and quite productive Monday believe it or not! Perhaps I was just trying to portray a different character, I'm not really sure.....
This wasn't meant to describe my day, I actually had a lovely and quite productive Monday believe it or not! Perhaps I was just trying to portray a different character, I'm not really sure.....
