(Schduled)

Shorts

At last, I

want to wear them, the

cute shorts I

got yesterday.

Shorts for the summer—

legs won't be hot.

I'm wearing a t-shirt, too,

no longer hiding,

or am I?

At Home

I feel at home—the first time in

a while, or life.

Sitting on my bed in

these bicolor linens and

fingerless gloves, surrounded

by journals, Devil Town on

repeat.

I feel at home, sitting

cross-legged on my

bed with joy and

inspiration or

motivation,

to live—

just minutes after wishing

I was dead.

Ado, what happened to my writing, why is it so crappy in these.

- The Being Formerly Known As @6 7