I wake up and put my mother’s jewelry back.
The raw, red, soles of my feet ache as I tiptoe across wooden floors, sticky with something I'm reluctant to clean.
My throat is sore, although I sang and screamed, it's more than likely from my cough.
I see the sun, bright and blazing, I’m about to drive for 50 minutes, I should get my sunglasses.
I’ve cleaned more champagne glasses than I can count on both hands, and I want to rest on my sofa, but it’s not yet back in the living room.
I’m three fourths of the way through my book, I’ve already set my reading goal for this year. Something more achievable than last’s, considering I had to lower it thrice.
My nails are streaky and smudged, I won’t have the time to re-do them. Maybe tomorrow.
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daphne gray
just a girl in this world who thinks a lot and writes a lot and some of it makes sense and some of it doesn't. enjoy nevertheless.
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December 19th.
You have been, involuntarily, the only thing on my mind for the last week and a half. You are my favorite catchy song and I am a broken record player. You are invading and all-consuming, and I can’t seem to get you out. I’d chew some gum, but I don’t like to. I’d listen to another song, but I don’t want to. I’d do a puzzle, but you’re confusing enough. I’d let it fade away, but I've no desire to. Finishing the song might be my only option, but I’m not brave enough to, and now, you’re so very far away.
By daphne gray5 months ago in Poets
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I love this!
This felt so poignant. Hope you're okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️