Monday, March 28, 2011

Things I say in moment of disarray

Sitting here in my panties, knees folded near my bare chest. Listening to the song everything changes from Staind, squinting my eyes typing this just because I feel like it. I should grab my glasses.

Better. Now I’m leaned back, pulled on a shirt and just might start to stare blankly at the screen.

“If you just walked away, what could I really say? Would it matter anyway, would it change how you feel?”

How on earth did I manage to remember this long ago song that I use to love out of the blue?  Right now I wish I have my guitar with me.

Or rather, anybody's guitar will do.

Been awhile since there’s any progress in my sketch book, right now there’s a circle, cone, square, rectangle.

*long sigh*

21 years old.