spilt milk

My body is too weary to type and my mind lags the inspiration I have to write my ways anymore. My fingers are too clean to even bother writing because nothing is as complicated as a maths problem that really there is no answer to. I don't bother with remembering what colours are in what order of the rainbow - there no point, what does it help you with? It's not like I don't notice the colours, I just take no interest. I fall deeper into the trap of a ill smelling grass that hides in my room, making this rainbow mix colours. I can stay awake until the birds sing and not even feel tired. Insomia is my diagnosis along with a list of others. I'm on a one way train to a highway of complete insanity but hey, what can I say.

My sagging eyes are in need of desperate sleep so I can set my mind straight. I'm over the weeks and I'm closing the books, not like I open them at home anyway. I don't mix the words work and home together. I've learnt to not listen to my heart beat - I can only see it's straining effort to feed my lungs. I sit with my feet swinging on each side of the fence, I fuck to hit you out of my head. Actually a few of you to think of it. Hot water on my shoulder, I feel a ghost behind my back holding the kettle. The smell of roses is almost tasteful and my body is nothing to be proud of. Wrinkled up from the minutes before, I needed tap water. We didn't think it was as warm as it could have been. I slipped into flashbacks today thinking what could have been and what to do, what to fucking do. I listened to anothers sister that asked a question that hit my head with a giggle. I didn't do what she said of course, I only wish I did. Of course I wouldn't though, I don't smash up dolls houses that aren't my own.

I wish I was livin' like the walrus in the time where I travelled across the universe. I love the people, love the people. Let alone visiting Mr Kite's carnival wouldn't be too bad either. However, is there anyone going to listen to my story? No, no one ever does. I'm the type of girl that doesn't miss much either. So prepare to take flight on a quick tour around the universe and the mind of a aghast, daunted, and laid up creation. Ladies and Gentleman, your captain has arrived.