Sunday, February 6, 2011

Lost Sheep

I squint at my sheer curtains where muffled afternoon light peeps through.
It hurts to fixate my gaze but its the brightest thing in my life right now, so take it all in Deena.
Concentrate, concentrate, blink. Blink again.

I actually feel a little better.

I'm making a nobody out of my life, people around me are changing my personality and I'm losing a grasp on my morale.

Should I just fly away?