So, here I sit at a computer. Basicaly naked except in a towel. I stared at my form in the mirror examining every detail of my skin, every wet curve and soaked lock of hair that swirled along my shoulder, back, and neck.
Then I just sat there for a bit. I bent my knees up against my chest and dripped dry while looking again how my body looked contorted in the foggy mirror. My breasts pressed against my legs, the slight twitching upon my arms to my feet. Past scars fading away with time and a slight glint in my now vibrant blue eyes coming back. Will it be there for long?
Maybe not. I hope it does but I may kill it.
My body is only mine and no one else's. No one wants to feel it or feel my being, my life, my soul. I am broken like a wind up toy. Not as easy to work as the others and there for replaced or just simply over-looked.
Last night was the first full moon of January.
I didn't dream, but woke up with a feeling. I dreamed of nothing at all but opened my eyes satisfied and a feeling(again) that I feel I can't explain. I wish I had nothing to do today. I wish I didn't go to school. But I must.
 Momosai · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 11:19am · 0 Comments |
