Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am b.e.a.t. BEAT! I broke my rule of not going out on a school night as an exception for my girlfriend who is going through difficult times and now I am FEELING IT. How do you people who do this on a regular basis HANG?! For fuck sake I am tired...granted, I wasn't an angel with the alquie intake (3 Newcastles and one Washington Apple-thanks be to Shorty) but I wasn't a debbul either. But still when I crawled into bed and woke up every now and then and had to deal with the aftermath of hurt feelings this morning and rolling into work, I am just like...poofta...let me disappear.

I have been having fanciful thoughts of escaping to Italy lately. I wanna, I WANNA! I need to go somewhere and let my hair down...how nice it would be to escape for a few months and not have to worry about shit. Ohhhh I wish I was from money or that I had a Sugar Daddy (any takers?). Jajaja; raise my daughter off of the purest of foods from the countryside and running free in nature to explore and get dirty with life. I wanna do that...get dirty with life.

And I want to be free from any labels other than Mom and Selene.

Keep your titles
and your fanciful thoughts
of balls and chains
to bind and wear at her twittering heart

She prefers to roam

That vagabond mother
with her vagabond child
living vagabond ways
never settling roots
in your parched soil

You can look
but you can't touch
You can call out
but won't get attention
You can moisten her with tears
but won't get sympathy
because she's already gone
following the warmest of winds
to warm her barest of skins

Skins that belong only to her

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