Friday, November 6, 2009

you know what/thanks, I needed that

somedays, not usually,
I feel like walking all slumped over
arms limp
shoes lazily sliding their toes along pavement
too lethargic to fully leave the ground.
I'd drag my backpack behind me
make childish whines and frustrated noises
as I bow my head and squint straight down.
And all I want is
for someone to walk with me
gently drawing circles on my back with
soft fingertips
and tell me to shut the fuck up already.