...first measly attempts at haiku. And finding something worthwhile. I feel horrible with myself and am so critical of everything I do, working so hard to be so much better, so much different, so much less me. Getting nowhere and can't get out of bed in the mornings, which quickly become afternoons - painful for such horrible reasons.
10.20.2011
searing eyes critique
valleys pockets folds of mine
the stark nudity
sitting lazy now
another day gone again
why do I do this
soft lonely girl sits
books and flashbacks twirl her mind
healing is too hard
time is a privilege
I have so much of it that
inner demons haunt
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