Mind Stories

I like this light that streams in through my  window and fills my heart  I don’t know what time of the day it is,  or where I am.  I can’t seem to attribute this light to any  particular time or place.  Nor can I identify or locate its childlike rays. This is what they must’ve had in mind  When they said ‘mellow’  and a lot of other things they didn’t say,  Because they had no names. Neither is the sun glowering at me  No...

You wake up and you aren't happy to be in the same place...the same 50 inch room with the same beds and the same damn windows and the same fucking hard, wooden floor. And you're sick of all those voices in your head, and outside of it, telling you to shut the hell up and quit bitching.You have to allow yourself 20 minutes extra when you wake up in the morning; just for time to lay in your bed and think about how you're go...