Today I chose badly,
I feel guilt
But I have to remember
That although I am surprisedIn regards to where I have ended up
These people are my friends
And I have much to be grateful for.I am a white, middle class girl,
'Average' in every misconception of the word,
I can afford to be a vegetarian andTake hot showers
And buy nice books.There are no flowers growing
Inside me, just words
Writing themselves.
I am unfathomably ugly
But try to cultivate my soulI am messy-
I must be neaterI must practice
And I'll tell you a secret:
I've yet to have my first kiss.
I feel too old.
Someone take meBecause I am not who I am for me-
But for someone else,I have not yet met.
These are my unquiet thoughts.
Hear them hum.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PuisiWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}