His piercing eyes startled me as I glanced up and caught his stare.
Was he staring at me?
I quickly snapped my head around but there was nothing but a rush of people behind me.
By Megan Artus3 years ago in Poets
If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel snow that fell upon anything but mountains,
Sleepless nights lain awake in frustration,
The day was excruciatingly hot.
The blistering sun set high in the cloudless sky beat down without mercy upon his back.
The insects' loud continuous hum floated on the warm, dry air.
Silence screams at me from every corner of the room.
It numbs my mind and blocks all senses.
The ringing in my ears reverberates through my body.
My buzzing alarm clock blares, disrupting peaceful misty dreams once again.
I snap my arm up and out from underneath the fluffy sea of sheets and shut it off before its shrieking can deafen me.
Happiness is the sight of an auburn mountain top, covered with feathery white snow.
Glistening brilliantly as it reflects the gold rays of the warm sun.
Isn't it strange how songs can bring back exact feelings from exact moments in your life?
Some songs are even strong enough to bring back smells.
It's stopped hurting.
I've wanted it to stop for so long.
I'm not sure how I feel about this though.
I feel as though I've reached a flatline.
I feel like my eyes can't take it all in.
My mind just can't register it.
Overwhelmed is what I'd call it-
I have weaknesses.
We all do of course.
One of my weaknesses is...people.
I have a hard time not judging people.
I have a hard time being patient with them.
It's hard for me to fall asleep at night. And this makes me want to ferociously rip my hair out.
I am mildly dishonest when someone asks me how I'm doing. somethings are better kept as secrets.
Dreams are one of my most favorite things.
I think that's why I like sleeping in.
Or maybe it's just because I'm lazy.
But I like to think it's because I don't want to miss that moment between sleep and wakefulness.