I used to find myself rolling around in grass until my sweaty legs were sprinkled with green strings.
Now all I want to do is lie in the plush blankets scattered on my bed and sleep for an eternity.
I’m much more interested in watching other people live their lives, then exuding the time and energy needed to live my own.
It makes me excited to see people scurrying and talking and making plans for tomorrow.
I’m still too busy trying to sleep through tomorrow to wash away all my yesterdays.
I wish I was driven and pulsing with energy. The way New York City is. Like a heart constantly pumping a never ending drive into the black coats and manolo blahniks that constantly run around the city.
I’m more interested in watching and listening than I am in participating and shouting.
My sharp tongue now saves savory words to punish the mirror with.
I’m no longer concerned with using it on others.
That too takes energy.