- username;
- kiplingg
- lazlo
gender;
- male
- i don't know what to do with my hands
or how to move my feet somewhere
worth going.
when people smile at me on the street,
i avoid their eyes, nothing but annoyed
or apathetic.
i don't see the point in waking up early
to watch the sun rise over the mountains
or hear birds.
when the sky grows dark and quiet,
i stare at the cracks in my ceiling,
not constellations.
maybe my body will turn to stone
if i can just stay here long enough
still, and silent.
maybe if i wait, and wait, and wait,
something, anything, will change
and i'll try.
theoretically, nothing's really wrong
i mean, lots of people have been
where i am.
they seem to be doing just fine,
laughing with friends and family
and lovers.
but there's a storm cloud in me,
made of heavy, dull, gray steel,
immovable.
it's sitting right in my stomach,
weighing me down, turning the world
gray.
i guess i'll just have to wait
for the weather to change again,
to sun.
