the looking glass

sept. 23rd. 

12:22 a.m.

[scribbled among the messy pages of my journal in light blue ink. the following page shows an ugly sketch of a flowerpot.]

It's always the same drill.
Sound the alarm.
Shapeshifter.
Through the maze,
Through the haze.
Long days.
It's always my shrill cry
And your misunderstanding.
Now it's funny.
Hats off
To you.
Your tormented little heart.
Or his sarcasm.
Don't be a bastard.
Lighten up.
Long blonde locks.
Tight curls.
Hard knocks.
It's your scared and tired sigh.
I know you like the sweet
And the dark.
I know.
The key is not far off
But it's not close enough.
We're mere mortals,
Darling.
We all have our flaws.
Take a chance,
Baby.
Harmony.
Adultery.
Oh yes, three days.
Oh no, two.
Still rapping at my window.
Don't come knocking.
Silly rabbit.
Oh, acid trips are for you.
Not me.
I know.
Please remember to remember.
Please remind me to -