I feel strange.
Half light-hearted, half heavy-handed.
You know when you get a song stuck in your head
and you can't get it out?
I hate that.
That's sort of what this feels like.
I feel better.
Less panicked, more confused.
But a good confused.
You know that feeling of warm water
running down your back
when washing your hair?
I love that.
That's sort of what this feels like.
I feel great.
And nothing.
This is just what I needed.
A warm bath and a quick nap.
Last Seven Days Poems :
- You are Important.
- Don't Come Back.
- Can I have what I lost?
- Over a Cup of Coffee.
- Do What You Love
- Hold On.
- Looking for Home.