sometimes i get a little tired.

not empty i'm not empty

swear it.

just like every other day

sick of feeling the same

not that girl you think you know

oh so well

can't you tell?

welcoming summer.

just like when the sun rises after a cumbersome and lonely night,

soon, along with the flower buds waking from their perennial nap

or the baby birds hatching out of a cozy coma

so too will i break out of shell-like bad habits of winter;

the hindering of springthings

and stretch my legs out on summer's turf

and yell "here i am!"

i've been gone so long

but must rejoice

slurring slightly;

influenced by wine

it's about time

this summer is mine.

city-like.

Going somewhere all on my own, a place away from home, at a distance away, but one that i'd like to roam.Won't know 'til i get there, but i feel i'll be free, a place all for me. Don't want to stay locked up no more, don't want to waste away another dreary day in the small city-like town where i was born, that i never could call "home".

Somewhere: i gotta go.

Somewhere: i gotta know.

don't know what else i'd do.

'cause your love makes me m-a-d.

...

It's a paint my nails, breakfast in bed, laundry doin', essay editing, kind of day.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.