10-23-2014, 01:33 AM
Cur
Where am I?
Help me. I am tired. I am a failure. I am distressed.
Where am I?
Every step I take, where am I?
There was the buttered nose,
the slammed-shut door,
the empty bowl--
I'm just hungry.
Where am I?
I'm quiet and outside of my territory.
I lost my collar on a stickerbush that
I mistook for safe.
It choked me, then it let me go, and it's gone now.
And I'm afraid. I'm unconfident. I don't like being just me on my own. It feels like I'm about to be attacked.
So I hide, unhappy, worried. I am a failure. I am ashamed. I want to be in my territory again. I don't like it here.
Cut why?
Lost why?
And maybe now,
I'll run and run and run
until I die.
[author's note: this is just an experiment. I'm wanting to see if I could get a certain effect with a certain styling--hope that's not inappropriate.)
Where am I?
Help me. I am tired. I am a failure. I am distressed.
Where am I?
Every step I take, where am I?
There was the buttered nose,
the slammed-shut door,
the empty bowl--
I'm just hungry.
Where am I?
I'm quiet and outside of my territory.
I lost my collar on a stickerbush that
I mistook for safe.
It choked me, then it let me go, and it's gone now.
And I'm afraid. I'm unconfident. I don't like being just me on my own. It feels like I'm about to be attacked.
So I hide, unhappy, worried. I am a failure. I am ashamed. I want to be in my territory again. I don't like it here.
Cut why?
Lost why?
And maybe now,
I'll run and run and run
until I die.
[author's note: this is just an experiment. I'm wanting to see if I could get a certain effect with a certain styling--hope that's not inappropriate.)
A yak is normal.