my mood, my friend
Submitted by popejoan2 on Mon, 01/08/2007 - 11:09pmmy mood is my friend she comes for coffee and anything mood altering energy drinks, taurine she and i smoke pot and laugh hysterically into the night and cry when we turn down the lights whispering our stories we are almost alike except i like to be alone sometimes and sometime she overstays her welcome but we make popcorn and hot chocolate and complain about our buddha bellies and she is agoraphobic too and allergic to shopping malls or else we would be out buying things like mirrors and nailpolish and picture frames frames for all the unfinished paintings nothing ever is finished and the mood never feels quite right but she will laugh anyways at times late at night until it turns into tears and then when i have sent her away and i am numb in fetal position there is no one, not even my true love who could bring me back into my own skin-- my mood is my friend as crazy as she has been-- we have an understanding a secret language she fills me up with color my body a vessel for her water-- i am not sure what i am saying but i really can't do without her as much as i sometimes despise her it isn't really so-- just anger and she is good in a silent rage, she lets the bats out of my belly | |