Where have I been these past months?
How have I raised myself past the humps.
I gaze at the screen as these little squiggles
Fill the lines - and the back of my neck
shivers as I try to persuade myself
that I’m feeling fine.
Time passes, the days separate into nights,
Weeks go past and now months -
Where have I been? The sun I’ve hardly seen
People like mosquitoes have tried
to get my attention. Now they are here,
now there and sometimes, everywhere.
I’m tired, I wish from work that I was fired
That way in my bed all day I would stay.
Without getting up, I could close the windows
to protect me from my awful neighbors .
That way the smell of their cooking
would stay out of my head.
Tomorrow, like yesterday is kinda far away.
In my bed I would stay waiting for the day to become yesterday.
Waiting to escape from my body and go home
to the place I would feel at home in.
Where once again I would connect and merge into the Everything,
Nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to do or nothing to be.
Until the day I can look into the mirror of my soul
And realize throughout eternity I was always connected and whole
It was boredom with which I was affected.
It was boredom which which encouraged me to flee
To seek new worlds and pastures of where to play and be me
New characters I would create to mirror my present state?
I realize too that the wonderful children loved ones and friends
that surround me - are parts of me
How could I think that I was lonely and separate
When so many mirrors of love shine all around me
Where every day a new day dawns, and every night I go back home
Back to the place where I am safe the place which is my true home.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
Where have I been these past months?
How have I raised myself past the humps.
I gaze at the screen as these little squiggles
Fill the lines - and the back of my neck
shivers as I try to persuade myself
that I’m feeling fine.
Time passes, the days separate into nights,
Weeks go past and now months -
Where have I been? The sun I’ve hardly seen
People like mosquitoes have tried
to get my attention. Now they are here,
now there and sometimes, everywhere.
I’m tired, I wish from work that I was fired
That way in my bed all day I would stay.
Without getting up, I could close the windows
to protect me from my awful neighbors .
That way the smell of their cooking
would stay out of my head.
Tomorrow, like yesterday is kinda far away.
In my bed I would stay waiting for the day to become yesterday.
Waiting to escape from my body and go home
to the place I would feel at home in.
Where once again I would connect and merge into the Everything,
Nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to do or nothing to be.
Until the day I can look into the mirror of my soul
And realize throughout eternity I was always connected and whole
It was boredom with which I was affected.
It was boredom which which encouraged me to flee
To seek new worlds and pastures of where to play and be me
New characters I would create to mirror my present state?
I realize too that the wonderful children loved ones and friends
that surround me - are parts of me
How could I think that I was lonely and separate
When so many mirrors of love shine all around me
Where every day a new day dawns, and every night I go back home
Back to the place where I am safe the place which is my true home.
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