Twisting turning in my brain.
Stomach guts churning
Sleepless on repeat as I yawn
I just want to drift away
So childish, so simple
I am so black and white focused because I live in the land of grey.
I am again stuck in between.
Health and illness
Prosperity and poverty
Sleep and insomnia
Desire and despair
I miss the men of my past.
I have no hope for the future.
"Tell me a story" I asked. I never ask the question I want. "Do you want to hear a story?"
Or be even braver. "Let me tell you a story."
There once was a woman who lived in her head. She decided one day to come out and play. Put on a pretty skirt and lovely shoes. She danced her way into my life and I've never been the same.
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