rwd
fwd
the mind, she fills with horrors stomach wants a sandwich terror leaks out my ears nothing's doin', though I mean, there's nothing to fear but my own mind-noises so I try to think of pleasant things like bunnies and wonderbread and warm people who like me who don't tell me I'm weird when I have a fit about a nonsense scenario they reassure me with answers that are simple and creative and filling soothe yourself, girl good advice but sometimes I can't when my good answers aren't enough and what I have is bad I feel myself go still almost amused dull screaming on a forgotten track scratching ground down fingernails or pause, wait silence, anticipate a blocked-up rush and a wish for bunnies and wonderbread and warm people and less certainty that my loved ones are all mad at me for marking myself clearance and sitting on a shelf lots of lines came after this but I might be finally falling asleep
|