Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:52 PM
put on your toey-woey-wiggly socks and slide with me.
My heart, it's bothered. My brain, it's semi-dead. My door, it's locked.
That problem is still a problem.
Those thoughts still cloud you and hampers with your will power.
You sigh in frustration, I sigh in misery. But that peace we felt in the dead of the car with swaying leaves and cheeky street lights must be real 'cause my heart is a tad lighter.
It's true, I go hysterical when the blues hit.
For now, I'm that coward who chooses to stay behind this locked door in the dark of the room to delay dealing.
It's not defeat I'm accepting but that I need some happyclappygocrazy moments for now.
I'll be strong for you once the keys turn in this door. I promise.
Edit: I can't do those tags. I procrastinated and now there's too many. Eeks!
minx wrote at10:52 PM
