Music

(i didn't date this so i can't remember when i wrote it.)

Music plays,

through my head,

one line,

over and over,

pounding at my skull,

till it puts me to sleep.

Everything feels wrong

Everything feels wrong, my head feels wrong, my stomach feels wrong, the way I walk feels wrong, the way I talk feels wrong, everything around me is just so out of place, all I need is to find the right space, to lay my head, or am I already dead.

i wrote that tonight...

my latest writing

i wrote this just tonight. it means a lot to me, but that's just because i was there. i hope that it is liked by others too. Enjoy...

I am outside because the rain has stopped, but not throughout the trees, because the tree frogs are calling to me so loudly but not harshly, because the lightning bugs flash in the pale dusk light, because the birds are sweetly twittering their good-nights, because it just feels right.