January 2012
December 2011
What do you feel and think of when you wake up?
autostraddle:
“what time is it” “where is mko” SPOON CHECK EMAIL on phone “wish that i hadn’t checked email” “why don’t i have an automatic coffee creator”
Ask Laneia something small or large
This.
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The dying embers in my palm
Tell of a restless mind.
I’m tired but I cannot sleep
And choose instead to pine.
It’s pitch black dark, it’s cold enough
For me to start to shake
But for my small orange glow in hand
I’m lone, calm, still and safe.
Littered among my wayward thoughts
Lie fancies, fears, and flames.
Smoldering ash that stings my hand
Is barely even pain.
I might could try to set you...
