From the Inside
Take everything from the inside
and throw it all away
I swear for the last time
I won’t trust myself with you
I can’t remember the last time there were three little birds, each by my doorstep. I sometimes see one bird or two birds, but never just three.
A couple of days ago it was March. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt after weeks of wearing sweaters. Now it’s October, and I’m wearing a sweater after weeks of wearing long-sleeved shirts.
I’m not going to start some feelgood cliche story you see on elitedaily or buzzfeed or diply or one of those click bait ads on your facebook feed that totally slows down your phone.
But I will say that I’m thinking about writing a list of how things have changed this year. So far I have more notebooks than I have words. Yesterday I went to the CVS. I walked down the stationary aisle and looked at the notebooks, some even with the gregg ruled paper, and the pencils and pens.
It was there and then it wasn’t.