On days when everything’s numb, I think I should feel bad, but I don’t. 

And yet I do. 

When someone asks what’s wrong, I say I’m just tired. 

And it’s true.

I’m tired of all this. 

This life that makes no difference. 

What’s the point in caring about something that doesn’t last?


Leaving my dreams

“Head in the clouds,

Looking through the windows

Of the sky.

Dancing on the sun’s rays,

Spreading my wings

So I may fly.

Sleeping on the moon

Waking far too soon.

Leaving my dreams 

To find it was only my imagination

That plucked me from my room.”