On tonight on tomorrow there’s a blue moon there are cloudy skies. I’m unsure of a lot of things, I have less to speak about but more to mourn everyday. I hate long car rides, I kind of like them, I have a love hate for them. I can talk to myself the entire time. I have no one else to express this stagnation in my soul. I become ever more taciturn as the days go by. When I was on the way home I felt so tired, I’ve been having very sleepy car rides lately. When I’m at this point of delirium I can only be at my purest form a sullen girl.
Humid air and windows rolled down. It feels like a cold caress.
A little of me was disappointed because I know when I woke up in the morning this was something I was looking forward to momentarily. I felt myself planning in my brain what I could say to you. If we could speak and have a conversation even if it was an ephemeral moment.
I’m thankful things didn’t work out, because they never will and the universe is both hurting me and protecting me. How is that? When I am protected I am in pain. Can I be protected and rewarded in some way? Instead? Or is it patience that will reward me. It’s been a year, isn’t that weird?
Some Poems 