Pathetic Poetry

I am going to write you a little poem about my current state of mind.

My leg is half asleep,
while I lay here counting sheep.


I started to right more but thats all I got.


Using the bathroom at home is the weirdest feeling, its like you remember how it feels as soon as you sit down, but you almost feel out of place. You enjoy the fact that your shower isn't a water hose, but at the same time you miss that tiny communal little spic-it.

Lights Out