A List of ThingsWalking loudly through a silent forest
People who purchase a large truck for the sake of owning a large truck
Failure to assimilate
Things that spin very quickly
People who think they're important, especially while driving
People who walk around with an SLR around their neck
People who think they have the right to stand in a busy hallway
The words "snack" and "yummy"
Zombies with augmented abilities
Children and their guardians who lack the intelligence to interpret the other
People with explosives
Not being able to think of something else
The inability to interface with something
Assembling a cohesive argument, especially in the form of an essay
Not being able to remember if I've done something or not
Too many reavers
Running out of lead in the middle of writing something that's supposed to look nice
Thinking of two things, then forgetting the second after writing the first
The capital lett
It's a big world out thereI'm small and scared
sitting in my corner-
I cry at the shadows
that creep up behind.
I want my mommy
I want my blankey-
I want to hide away
under my sheets.
I look up and see
it's light out again-
I go out and suffer
another bleak day.
Day comes to pass
the same thing once more-
I sit in my corner
and cry to myself.
Such is the way
we pass through our lives-
For we are nothing
but a scared little child.
Anywhere but my own mindTen o'clock at night, a party right outside my door and I can't sleep. So I curl up on my floor and somehow time doesn't matter anymore. The essay I have to write and the presentation I have to make and the test I have to study for don't cross my mind. I don't remember the mistakes that I made that I wish I hadn't, when I was stupid and naive and how could I know that they would plague me for years to come? None of it matters anymore as I lay on my floor and slowly die a little bit more with every never-passing second. And that makes me somewhat happy as I know that when I lose myself to a place where I don't know but it's okay because it's not me, time passes and the one thing that will make me truly happy is getting closer and closer. It's already twelve and I don't know how it got that late because I was just laying here. I didn't even fall asleep.
To be 'me' againSometimes I just want to curl up in a corner
and make everyone go away
far enough that they can't hear me cry
but close enough to see me
but at the same time not notice
And when I curl up in my corner
I can make peace with the mistakes
that seem to hang on to me
no matter how hard I try to forget
And then I get up
And go out to where I sent everyone away
And finally be somebody I want to be.
And sometimes I like to float away in the little things
and not have to think
or even be aware that I exist
So I get lost in something that's not me
in a place too small to exist
but too big for me to even matter
And I come back and realize that I was in the same place all along
and I wish I hadn't