“I know a few things- that I never liked the winter,
It was always something to survive.
And words stained with chagrin and tonic,
I’d have thought those snowshoes foolish to buy.”
I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
“I know a few things- that I never liked the winter,
It was always something to survive.
And words stained with chagrin and tonic,
I’d have thought those snowshoes foolish to buy.”
12:24 PM and the day’s already been lived-
Everything else is necessary overtime.
I swipe hundreds of cards but couldn’t unlock my own door.
My laptop, like myself, incapable of charging their battery.
I’ve listened to maybe three songs in the past week,
But everyone keeps asking me to describe how music makes them be feel,
And be smart. Eloquent.