Friday, June 27, 2014

maybe it's me.

Everything is a little bit grey today.
A little bit flat, colourless.
I’m not sure if it’s because I can only
See grey nowadays,
Or if it’s because I want it to be this way.

The dog is dreaming, twitching beside me.
And I think, jealously,
How nice it must be to sleep
So goddamn easily.
But maybe it’s me, keeping myself awake.

I don’t really smile anymore.
Not the kind, at least,
That is bold, wide and honest.
But I don’t frown.
Because I'm numb, inherently straight-faced.

There are phases I go through,
Times I think, maybe
I can write it all down, succinctly.
Make sense of it.
But the prose is always choppy, tangled.

So I just go back to bed.

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