i thought i would dread it,
but no.
hours of talking,
but it's fine.
i see traces of how they fling their hair,
how they speak,
how they twitch their eyes,
how they listen to me;
a bit here and there,
from their blood-relations.
two more left.
my problem children.
they amused me yesterday.
needed that.
but sadly, i need to demuse them on monday.
*take heed
the week never seems to end.
so much work.
i don't need to rest,
i need to just die.
more negative comments about the guilt.
i am really, really helpless.
even after it's cleared, it had stained.
get away, get away, get away.
get a way.
get aw ay.
ge taw ay.
reader k | 5/27/2005 10:32:00 PM |
