Staring out my window
Thinking life isn't fair
Wishing to breathe in
The warm summer air
The wind is blowing
The sun shining bright
Vitamin D
Just might cure my plight
My body needs rest
And I feel so weak
Tomorrow I will move
From this seat
Go into the garden
And tend to the weeds
Get out of this rut
Because I'm Stuck
In this gloomy place
I just hope it will be as beautiful as today
Staying inside feels like such a waste
#poetry
If I don't stay creative
I lose momentum
My fate cast to a referendum
Peers that jeer and snock and gawk
Judging me on the talent I've lost
(Poetry)
Every minute feels like 10
It has only just begun
It will be a while til I mend
Until this sickness will end
I fear what tomorrow will bring
I fear I won't make my deadline
This will go over like a balloon full of lead rhymes
I'm hot
I'm cold
But I don't have a fever
My aches and pains
Need some reliever
I'm tired
I'm slow
I feel something tearing up my throat
I just want to snap my fingers
And make everything just go
I have to call in sick for a few days
I really just want to paint
But I'm soooo very very tired
Every time I shut my eyes all I see is the process of creating art that doesn't exist (most likely).
It's much better than thoughts of war.
Retraining a brain is never easy... and not always possible.
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The older I get the harder it is to keep up facade.
It's getting there
Idek if I'm going to finish this scene
Captain Karen needs work.
(Think I like her better bald)
