fromthemouthofmoi

You have a quality that I could feed from With seemingly little effort you pet me and I slow I feel like Miss Havisham. I wonder where Dickens found her? I feel stuck in time with a mouldy mind Wandering my house in the wee hours thinking I smell smoke I am barely here I am losing time I've lost time I flop into bed exhausted and Miss Havisham nags me until dawn The wailing has begun. It's raining in my head Years ago I cried so much I became dehydrated I don't know where I am in this cycle I don't know where I am in the week, or in my house If I could I would place you in a rocking chair by my bed I would make sure you had a window to watch the gloaming from I might ask you to read to me. I can't listen right now But the sound of your voice will wrap me in fur I will drift to sleep with eyes wide shut and I will owe this to you In all this dreariness please Accept my love