Wind in my hair

It is orgasmic to untie your hair in the middle of the breeze and let the wind caress it with its fingertips...

Someday, I will fly.

Aren't you bored of the way I write? That obscure sadness hidden in words. I am.I am sick of being sad. I have no reasons to be the tragedy queen that I sometimes try to be. Attention Deficit Disorder maybe, seems like it has been there since I was a little girl.

I think I need a high. Sex, Coffee or something? Or maybe a low, Sleep,Wine et al?

Or maybe I just need to dump my head onto the pillow and cry.

Goodnight

I am so tired that I think I will faint. My body begs for rest but I can’t relent. I feel like I am in a trance; moving, because the world around me moves. Maybe those people on the street are also zombies who inhabit the Earth and go round and round in that same old circle everyday. It is strange that the world darkens when you shield from the light and it is also strange that the room spins just because I chose to spin along. Goodnight.