Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was just listening to Tim, Rachel and Sheena talk about their views on relationships, and sitting through Tim's narration of his love life, maybe it was listening to Nic's songs, or Tim's, but I'm feeling pretty low.
and still i hold the painter's brush
staring blankly ahead,
at a mess of colors
only i know
what they mean
only i know
why they're there
or do i really?
When I think about my life, what I've done, what I've been doing, and what I will do .. it just scares me. I feel totally ill-equipped to deal with life's challenges. I think I just need to sleep. A couple hours sleep will do me lotsa good.
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