If I could draw my feelings, that would be one thing

But I cannot

 

I have no feelings

 

But maybe that just means I feel too much, or

Think too much

 

Very true indeed

 

There was once a bird who followed the leaf as it crossed the shiny lake

 

I am no bird

Or lake

Or even the fucking leaf

 

I am the dot on on the top of the i in shiny

Not shiny

Just

 

Eight times I fell on the way down to the rabbit hole

Four times did I get back up

The bottom was not a pool

Or some cat with an angry smile

 

Potted plants

Portion size much too small for a friendly giant, but

 

We were older now

So let my hair grow long only to cut it off again

 

I want to be myself, with no mystery but the nails in my fingers

They fascinate you, don't they

I am much too sheltered

 

This day, is rainy, but I am, of nevermind

 

I'll just shut up now