It's annoying
That I write fullest
As the moon is breaking
At midnight noon
And when the stars
Fleck a paintbrush sky.
Annoying because
I want to be
dreaming
In beaming
sun dials and
Marshmallow clouds
Which swallow me up
Into a rosy pearl.
Annoying because,
Just as I do with the words,
I want to escape the day
Which I can't handle and
ramble
in happy
Nothing.
But this
form of
Escapism
makes me sleepy
and the creeping,
Inescapable day
Ever more... difficult
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
It's annoying
That I write fullest
As the moon is breaking
At midnight noon
And when the stars
Fleck a paintbrush sky.
Annoying because
I want to be
dreaming
In beaming
sun dials and
Marshmallow clouds
Which swallow me up
Into a rosy pearl.
Annoying because,
Just as I do with the words,
I want to escape the day
Which I can't handle and
ramble
in happy
Nothing.
But this
form of
Escapism
makes me sleepy
and the creeping,
Inescapable day
Ever more... difficult
