pile of folded clothes laying on my bed doused in sunlight coming in through the blinds; today my eyes ache, only managed to sleep in the early hours of the morning, i could cry. i want to go out forget about my thoughts for a while, focus on me and my little mind: unwind. wind’s lashing though. i hate the wind, it blows my skirt and my hair askew. wish i could go down by the river and see all of the little painted boats; forget i am alone.