Dark and Quiet.
I'm so tired today.
well, hey do you do judo when they surround you
a little mental yoga will they disappear
I inquired about some positions to nanny in the East this summer... but I don't know if I have it in me anymore. Two or three years ago, I would never have thought twice about caring for other people's children... but now I just don't know if I have the stability to do it. I want to, so very badly. It would be a way of almost proving to myself that I was healthy again.
the nurses make it clear
just when you escape
you have yourself to fear
It all gets very dark sometimes. It's so strange to look at myself in the mirror in the mornings; a rosy-cheeked red-haired girl, bare of makeup, with sleepy eyes that are just as wise as the face they were placed in... which is to say, not very. They burn bright and clear.
I always expect to see a girl with hunched shoulders, pale skin... dark hair tangled into her face. A girl that does not even raise her chin to look into the mirror, but only her eyes-- still dark, but with some smouldering, painful education in their depths.
a restaurant that never has to close
breakfast at every hour
it could save the world
Every day it twitches its fingers at me-- whenever I think it has gone, it sneaks up and puts its hands over my eyes. The malady-- the "melancholia", as Milla and I have called it.
well, hey do you do judo
in your finery
an angel's face is tricky to wear
constantly
well, hey do you do judo when they surround you
a little mental yoga will they disappear
I inquired about some positions to nanny in the East this summer... but I don't know if I have it in me anymore. Two or three years ago, I would never have thought twice about caring for other people's children... but now I just don't know if I have the stability to do it. I want to, so very badly. It would be a way of almost proving to myself that I was healthy again.
the nurses make it clear
just when you escape
you have yourself to fear
It all gets very dark sometimes. It's so strange to look at myself in the mirror in the mornings; a rosy-cheeked red-haired girl, bare of makeup, with sleepy eyes that are just as wise as the face they were placed in... which is to say, not very. They burn bright and clear.
I always expect to see a girl with hunched shoulders, pale skin... dark hair tangled into her face. A girl that does not even raise her chin to look into the mirror, but only her eyes-- still dark, but with some smouldering, painful education in their depths.
a restaurant that never has to close
breakfast at every hour
it could save the world
Every day it twitches its fingers at me-- whenever I think it has gone, it sneaks up and puts its hands over my eyes. The malady-- the "melancholia", as Milla and I have called it.
well, hey do you do judo
in your finery
an angel's face is tricky to wear
constantly
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