ii
my fingertips are pressed
against a salty sea of strings,
and to them i whisper
everything.
my heart unfolds by half and
half and half again, scattered
in a million pieces, all searching
for a new skin in which
to grow.
i am not one for purpose and
none for nothingness
yet day by day i sit
an empty porcelain shell
of who i used to be.
the wind is cold and i am fierce
but in truth, i am not.
they will not sing in chimes or tunes
as i am watched and seen to fail -
to fall and drown from
these windows and these clouds that
have become a sickly disease
in all i have ever known.
so my keys are MIA. like I have no FUCKING clue where they are. I had them in my car and then they fell out of my lap and probably fell out of the car in the middle of the street in atlanta knowing my luck but yeah I’m locked out of my room and I was hiding out in the study lounge and my suitemate came and was like, your roommate is in the room just so you know so you can get in which is great because I have a shit ton of stuff to get to in there and so I was like great, I wanted to finish the econ problem I was doing. well, fewer than 10 minutes later, here I am trying to get into the room, she is either not answering the fucking door or she is gone. I am about to cry. truly truly about to cry. I just want to get in my room and take my headache medicine and not think about the fact that this means I’m going to have to drop like $80 to get the lock replaced because today has been shitty anyway
