lying on my back in the street

i don't know where to put my emotions today,

so much of me has decided to come up

and play at the surface all at once; i

am confused -- i can't identify

with the twist in my hair that's new

or the way i never feel like walking straight home

anymore. it disturbs as much as it refreshes.

familiar? i'm too well-known

to ever be any good at life here;

i'll be seeing you.

04.2012