h3llo

Hmmmmm-mmmm-mmm. Life is super-duper except some exceptions. (hehe, I find the incessant use of the same 'root word' amusing). Anyway, today Eric is sick. Sick and wounded. Feel better Eric! For some reason, I am not acting my usual self, perhaps it is the no-name green tea I have been sipping. I figured I'd put one of my doodle-poems on here - for an anonymous friend's enjoyment (Krysta). Ahem-hm,
Here I am
Afraid to admit that I’ve lost again
Fingering the pieces in my hands
Of someone else’s life
Here I stand
Clinging, desperate, alone again
Staring at the mirror
And she said…
Now, by the way, a 'doodle-poem' is like doodling with words. This poem is not complete or revised, just found it on the side of a page in my math notebook. I really only put that there because I'm too occupied to actually write about my many(snicker) friends and this poem thingamabob takes up a lot of space- it looks like I've actually worked hard! sarah