I feel like a scattered life in shambles
A piece of rubble aimlessly drifting through space
My feeling rattling chains
A heart melting like ice cream
There's not much I want to do and I focus on the wrong things
I feel no drive to do my "should's" and instead indulge in my unnecessary and pointless "want's"
I'm not in the mood to be around people or be touched, I have my corner that I'd like to stay
Though perhaps, the one sort of cuddling affection I'll accept, is molding into the couch or bed together with me on top in the arms of the other
No frisking or groping or rubbing or kissing
I take comfort in my cat, adore in her cuddling and affection
I feel a nuisance to the world as it acts as a nuisance back
Short tempered
Ill-patience
Depressed in my own way
Shambles
Scattered
Shakiness
Melting away
No comments:
Post a Comment