I had the thought today,
"Is this what life is?"
And yesterday, when contemplating giving up Saturday night to my parents,
"Don't walk away from people who want to love and celebrate you."
I am malnourished
The net beneath me is weak
And I am ever staying out of the way,
Or being put off to the side.
I had answers, once
Now I seem to be asking question after question
And what good are questions on their own?
There's nothing to be done about it tonight.
I feel quiet
I am still
With dry and tired eyes
And a stomach that noisily insists:
"Ice cream is not dinner."