I can see the blue skies through the window
and I’m stuck inside.
I can see the sun
shining on everything
and I’m stuck inside.
The rain is supposed to roll in later… and
I’ll be stuck inside.
Not the office…
2:22 PM, I’m ready to go “home”. Already here working. Violating the sanctity of my art room/”office”. 2:23 PM and still ready to go “home”. 1½ hours until the weekend. Then I can really get down to nothing.
Lost in the Forest
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I think I have grand ideas, but who am I kidding? I really don’t. Little facelift here, maybe it’ll help. Maybe I’ll wait for search and rescue…
Open the door, I’m here
Fallen by the wayside, I’m coming back.
I’m coming back.
Ideas flying around in my head and…
I’m coming back.
See you soon, whoever you are.
Where, oh where…
Always feel like I’m doing something wrong. It never goes away. It follows me home and lives in the closet. This place isn’t healthy, mentally or physically. The distress, the people, the smells. I don’t know if I can take much more. Maybe I’ll give it a year. Maybe not. We’ll see.
I’m well aware that no one likes me; you don’t have to keep trying to imply otherwise.
I’m trying to come back.
Welcome (back)
I’m sorry for
being a pest.
I’m sorry for
being annoying.
Sorry for being
myself.