day 3

actually early morning day 4
Because we missed the cutoff for day 3
Figured better late than never
Can’t blame myself either
Last night was a metaphor

I remember standing there
Under the night of H street
and swaying
I remember the swaying
And the spells of dizziness cast over me
Blink
And sink back into the whirlwind of waves
that wash over me
as if I am the sand
I certainly feel like the sand
Blink
Ouch
And there’s people surrounding me
Talking worriedly, asking questions I can only try to reassure that I’m perfectly fine
My face, asphalt, I’d like to introduce you guys.
and I wasn’t fine
He cleaned my wounds and bandaged me up
As I lay on her lap and she gave me water
Gentle hands and Emily running
From the protest
to see what happened
I simply
Overestimate my ability
To function without food and sleep and
well
probably love too