I have nothing to say today.
I have nothing to think today.
I am nothing today.
And I'm late about it.
Tomorrow I have a coffee date.
Tomorrow I owe words I do not have to find.
Tomorrow is brought to you by courage.
And I angrily want to bury myself under my pillow until I choke.
I hate the air.
I hate the entire Golden Horseshoe.
I hate my stupid eyeballs.
Happy November. |