Shhmmst

I guess it all falls right into place. When I feel like crying, my eyes don't feel a thing. When there is no food in the kitchen, and I have not eaten in a while, I cannot think straight, or feel straight for that matter. Maybe its better this way. I don't complain, I'm just there, or rather, here, waiting for you. It is hard to realise, I am no one's special someone. The towels have patterns. Straight colorful lines that run down. The bed sheets have other paterns, dots and some other lines that fall onto the floor. My underwear has patterned hearts... and patterned strawberries. It all falls into place and I got skipped out.