Monday, March 21, 2016

I'll let you in

A little secret

Does it seem like the fire has gone out my eyes?
Does it feel like I'm becoming a docile housecat?
That I'll eat at your whim
And lay down at your will?

Perhaps on the lazy Sundays
You feel all I can be is stretched out on the bed
Perhaps on the busy Tuesday nights
You feel nothing leaving me in your bed as you waste your life away

No

Because I, I still have my flame
I will burn all I see and all that you love
Everything I touch with come ablaze
And I promise

I'll take you down with me









Yoga at 7am with the sister.

I was exhausted after class and had to fight sleeping all the way to office. As if there's not enough, I napped at my desk and was woken by something tickling my shoulder (I thought it was my stray hair) before realizing it's my director lightly prodding me awake.

Jesus Christ.

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