I've been actively avoiding you and
I'm sorry about that.
Maybe my hand can't keep up with my brain
or the other way around.
I've been feeling tired
and seeking adventure at the same time.
My pocket is shrinking.
I'm sinking
in my seat.
-Feet, planted
leering defeat.
Mental upkeep,
overdue.
Who am I kidding?
Thought streams are seething
and soon to take flight,
fleeting by.
My shadow whispers to keep me on a swivel
and the bags under my eyes accompany
the darkness rolling in.
~Tina Meeks
