Monday, February 16, 2009

4

Independence, here I come.
Throwing myself out there.

So busy, so productive all the time.
Maybe if I smile big enough my troubles will disappear completely.
I feel like a machine and I'm glad of it too.
I don't want to think of you
so here's my plan: I'm sticking you in this tiny tiny box and putting it away on the top shelf for storage.

1 comment:

Kristine said...

i like your prose, very poetic

i think this is a good thing for you