when I read back at my old entries, I can’t explain the feeling. one too complex for a cow to put into words. sometimes, though I’m looking at memories from many years ago, I could be convinced they were written just yesterday. does time truly heal? or is it an endless loop?
Moomoo hangs on. Moomoo is always here, though it’s hard to keep going. I’ve actually been in a better spot, when I don’t think of the things going wrong around me. Moomoo is resilient.
Rays of sunshine are peeking inside the barn, the grass is growing luscious as the end of my semester grows closer. I won’t go out just yet - but it’s nice to know the sun awaits me.
the cars barely miss you
everyone is right
keep repeating
and screaming, tearing, scratching
erasing.
you are wrong
you will be left
alone with nothing
but a balled up poem
you thought they wrote
Tears would stream on the drive to pick you up as our song plays. No emotion follows. Just a constant drip. Today I whisper sweet nothings in my own ear as I watch your eyes drift to a better view.
you let me fall asleep crying for the first time last night. you would mumble “i love you”’s when my breathing woke you. unfortunately, thats not what I needed to hear. my eyes are crimson and puffy this morning.