shifted senses. always shifting. and it rains so hard here. i think i thought i saw someone who cared but i knew i'd know he wasn't ever there. i don't know what day it is, what month, what hour....it all runs together in sameness united and coming undone. yet i don't remember what i did yesterday, today, last month, tonight. i remember there was rain and it leaked through the wall onto the bathroom floor. i remember it was unseasonably warm that day, one day, maybe today. i could think straight if i wanted i could go completely insane right now if i wanted but i think i'll go to sleep where bad thoughts will keep me warm counting sheep in the storm i'm' devoured every hour by the coward shape i've known i'm devoured every hour by this coward shape of home.
swoodypantz:
sadista:
That's quite poetic.