Thursday, 3 October 2013

3rd October last year I surely wrote this. May not branch into poetry...

I'm sad today. I'm not ok.
It's not the answer they're looking for,
Or I don't volunteer it, if it is.

I'm fine, I'm good, I'm ok,
Easier to say, less hassle.
I'm not sure which is true.

I think it's just too much,
I've run out of headspace.
Everything has weight.

I'm never free,
It's never light and easy.
I have baggage.