Monday, September 04, 2006
5 a.m. jacket
the clock reads '5 a.m.'
and my hands are freezing.
i can't touch the water.
cos it will make them colder and colder
And like ice, they will shatter.
i wear my jacket although it's summer.
i love to feel warm.
i hate to feel cold.
my hands are so cold.
and my nails are turning purple
i love it when people are honest.
and hate it when they like and fake.
i hate them for lying to everyone
it's as if they hate everyone.
so I'm wearing my jacket.
with my cold fingers.
and dry throat.
and the clock's hands pointing to the 5.
a voice in my head laughs.
'how funny it is when things
seem so trustworthy'
i tell the voice to shut up so I can sleep.
good night now; I need to sleep.