its dangerous living in your head.
in my head,
the amount of
back
and
forth one way coversations.
this must be what crazy people feel like.
but not bad crazy people.
i mean well.
well i mean, i dont mean harm,
i do enough to myself.
eliminating words.
self editing
to make
the read
more charming.
night stands piled with books,
some half read.
this must be
what crazy people feel like,
i mean,
because i am scatter-brained
and
anxious for new lessons
and
never waiting/always going.
the way i’m never home
because
it
is
easier
for me to be gone.
NOT becuase
i dislike home
just because
i like to be moving
even if
its doing nothing
and moving nowhere
i love
to go
to the
next town
over.
where i watch the college kids,
and the beautiful girls all smile.
where
i get coffee
and
i
write
my
dreams.
