Saturday, October 1, 2011

Sleep or listless dream

In the world alone yet not alone.  How is it that even in a room of people, midst a conversation she is lost in her own thoughts.  A torrid of emotions and stress.  The build up of emotion caused by who knows what pools till puddles form at the back of the eyes wishing to be tears, arrogance meet with a head shake will them back deep into the pool of unrequited emotions.   Sitting in the dark unable to make clear thoughts, her mind jumps.  Deep sorrow and loneliness to irritation at emotion.  Her legs pull closer, as a scared child, unsure of life.  Completely unsecured, completely equivocal, slumped with defeat she sleeps...