February 21st, 2011 - 12:32 pm

Classes were cancelled today because of the “hazardous” amounts of ice on the roads. I’ve been in my bed most of the morning. Overcast skies, scrambled eggs, three cups of tea with enough sugar to diagnose me with the early stages of diabetes. I need a haircut, new socks, and a beautiful boy’s head in between my legs. I won’t remember your name when it’s over, not because I have horrible memory (which I do), but because I don’t care enough to. Is it weird that I feel naked without nail polish? I want my own apartment with hardwood floors and a huge window that I can stand in front to watch the hustle and bustle of the people in the city below me and on the ledge of when I’m feeling sad and empty. Sometimes my heart weighs a million pounds, sometimes I can’t hear it beat beat beating away - like it’s drawn back into the dark and decided to find a new home somewhere deep down in my chest where the light doesn’t reach it anymore. That’s okay heart, I know the feeling.