knees turning brown in the soil – god i hate dirt – pulled him out by his hair, like a weed – oversized shirt retaining more heat than it’s supposed to air – it’s worn with holes, been used like crazy – and like weeds do he only came a grew back again – the weed tips make me flinch, expecting pain, mild irritation – so i figured i might as well let him be – no blue screen, no black mirror or trailing speakers to drown out the hollow screams from the football field a few miles away – lemon boy and me – the wind’s blowing but the breeze is warm – god i hate this – sweat makes me blink, attempting to use the back of my hand is futile – i need to wash my hands – we mowed the lawn in bad weather – my legs are aching and my head hurts – headband doesn’t help – hurts hurts everything hurts, head heart legs feet, it’s sunday afternoon and my homework’s not done-
i think i need to wake up earlier
the whales start to beach themselves i need water, glass, tap, sip, sigh-
tortoise shells tear away from their spines body heavy, twist and turn to free up movement, loud exclamations – i know they hate it – not from my mouth but from my back-
it happens all the time it happens all the time
rewriting of weeding out my priorities in a different style
trying to give the image of swarming thoughts in the human mind for an internal monologue piece for english class. that feeling when you can't get a song out of your head but have your own emotions and thoughts tricking through that sieve as well. yeah.