Friday, August 29, 2008
here we go again
and so i get all dressed up one last time before reverting back;
one last time for the open road.
with mascara and eyeliner in front of the mirror, things become fuzzy.
blur. inside, everything buzzes, racing around, trying to find a piece of mind, something to fall back on.
what's in your head, zombie?
i don't know, they haven't formed words yet. i've got to get out of here.
where are the lines, this blank piece of paper's too empty.
i don't know where to start. help. i'm so not ready for this. please stop,
just for a moment. one moment is all i'm asking for. then i'll be good.
i hope.
breathe.
breathe.
then i look at you.
smile for me, or whatever that makes you happy.
smile for me, or whatever that makes you happy.
blush, mascara, gloss, grin.
i'm ready.
3:10 PM
