heart &hearts heart
Tell me, somebody.
What can I do when it feels like the world's collapsed around me...
and the damage is still there?
Like my own personal Ground Zero in my head...
Some inner turmoil that won't seem to calm...
I'm so close to boiling over inside...but I'm still all here.
And there's nothing at all I can do.
All alone. All alone.
I wrote his name...er...a form of it...on the lamp at work in brown crayon.
We only have brown anymore...we need to buy more colors.
But it was so pretty...the brown looked like dark red on the greenish metal.
And half of the heart kept almost drying.
But it didn't dry. And I left it there for at least an hour.
Because it was the most beautiful piece of art I've ever made.
And I didn't care that Tina was the one who first wrote on the lamp with crayons.
I'm still as confused/overwhelmed/torn/stressed/depressed as ever.
What can I do when it feels like the world's collapsed around me...
and the damage is still there?
Like my own personal Ground Zero in my head...
Some inner turmoil that won't seem to calm...
I'm so close to boiling over inside...but I'm still all here.
And there's nothing at all I can do.
All alone. All alone.
I wrote his name...er...a form of it...on the lamp at work in brown crayon.
We only have brown anymore...we need to buy more colors.
But it was so pretty...the brown looked like dark red on the greenish metal.
And half of the heart kept almost drying.
But it didn't dry. And I left it there for at least an hour.
Because it was the most beautiful piece of art I've ever made.
And I didn't care that Tina was the one who first wrote on the lamp with crayons.
I'm still as confused/overwhelmed/torn/stressed/depressed as ever.
heart &hearts heart
