(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