And some days I feel so full I need to let the things ooze out. Everything in the world all mine and I resent old ladies and begrudge them their little pleasures. Am I that selfish?
And I stand in dark rooms with forehead against cool walls, stand on marble till my feet grow frozen numb, sit with one leg curled under and the other knee below chin; hug myself and hate myself.
I let the aches ooze through the bones.
I let the songs slip under the skin.
And think of nothing.
If it's all in the head, then what is this pain in the chest?
And I stand in dark rooms with forehead against cool walls, stand on marble till my feet grow frozen numb, sit with one leg curled under and the other knee below chin; hug myself and hate myself.
I let the aches ooze through the bones.
I let the songs slip under the skin.
And think of nothing.
If it's all in the head, then what is this pain in the chest?
1 comment:
If it's all in the head, then why is there pain in the chest, you ask...
I loved that phrase.
But sweetie, it's neither in the head, nor in the chest. It's all in the mind, and the mind is a powerful thing!!
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