removed.

dont hold me to these words for tomorrow they will change.
my brain is like the bottom of the cereal bowl. soggy, left over, mush.
it wont produce anything pretty. or anything with a value.
it wont stop spinning. i walk in circles.
around my house, and bedroom, and bed.
in the sheets i toss and turn and spin and wind.
like a batter about to throw his pitch.
except i never let go of the ball.
the ball is heavy.
my words are all caught up somewhere again.
i remember this feeling.
and now i just want to be alone.
to remove myself from the world i dont understand.
and once im removed i will write pretty songs.
and pretty pictures i will paint.
once again i will be pretty.
once i am removed.
the mirrors maybe then wont be so disgusting.
and my feet wont hurt so much.
from all the walking. all the running.
my mind might not be so soggy.
and i will be okay.
will i be okay?


p.s. if your worried about me...maybe you should be. (refer to line 1)