d i m e n s i o n s

Today I wore my Crocs to work. I thought it was weird. They are weird. But I like them. I like being a hippie sometimes. Jocelyn hates them. I shouldn’t wear them when she’s around. I’ll have to remember that. I also dropped my new phone. Good thing I got that screen cover when I did. It survived with dignity. Ooh. I love my piece of torn paper that says “You Are” on it. It’s so intriguing. I have no idea what it means. But a very special person gave it to me. So I like it all the more. And I’m tired. I need a nap. Naps are for wussy’s. But I don’t care. I’d rather get a good sleep and be called a wussy, then be tired and... and… whatever. I love my music.

I’ve so much to say

And still I don’t say it

I’ve so much to do

And still I don’t do it

I’ve so much to see

And still I don’t see it

I have so much I wish to feel

And I yet I have no feeling

Don’t strike my handle

Don’t break my spout

Don’t tip me over

And pour me out

I’ve written all I have to write

I’ve sung all I have to sing

I’ve given all I have to give

I have somewhere I need to go

I’m leaving now

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