i am thinking about my sore throat and kierkegaard. i am thinking about the Boy's bony wrists. i am thinking about numbers and colors and green tea ice cream.
i am thinking i am going insane.
i am thinking out loud.
i am thinking that's a lie.
i am thinking about which scarf i will wear tomorrow. i am thinking about how it feels like i'm wearing a too-tight headband but really that's just my mind collapsing in on itself.
EDIT: i am legitimately talking to myself. i want to be a writer so badly but i am just talking (and writing) nonsense and i want to just shut up so that i can pour out clear sentences and maybe get someone to love me. i can sleep when i'm dead. i can sleep when i'm dead. i'm not dead yet. my face is burning up like when you blush cause you're embarrassed... i don't know why i don't know why i'm saying every word out loud.
i would NOT call this ART.
2 comments:
I am thinking that you are a writer.
I am thinking I know this feeling all too well:
"i am thinking about how it feels like i'm wearing a too-tight headband but really that's just my mind collapsing in on itself."
that's a good way of describing that particular feeling, re: the too-tight headband. At least when you actually ARE wearing a too-tight headband you can take it off and release the pressure, but not when you just FEEL like you're wearing one!
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