From inside Looking out Reaching through the bars to feel the grass To see the sun The wind blowing through the trees So the world is spinning The west wind is singing me to sleep Dreaming I’m awake I’m awake I’m awake I should be watching the clock The clock with hands I never understood what it …
Sometimes she worried that someone would hear all those mutterings and mumblings she mumbled and muttered to herself Knowing they were growing louder and louder Somehow she couldn’t stop herself And one day she just screamed… But, it was okay Because, nobody was listening and no one listens to them _________ *For Emily Dickinson …
Today I just decided to look up
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