StrangeBum

The drinking bird, I know not his name, he speaks to me, I now feel insane. A question asked, "How are you today?" "Fine, I suppose," was all I could say. "That sounds dandy," the bird continued, "I'll drink to that and bid you adieu." Thought to myself, what a pleasant bird, speaking so well, how very absurd. Down from my fan, a monkey swings by, "How could this be?" I wonder and sigh. "How do you do?" he frantically asks. "Rather busy," I look at my tasks. Quick as he came, the monkey was gone, then from behind, there came a sweet song. Turning around, to find what it was, I discovered, what made all the fuss. A wooden cat,

light myself on fire hope for the best grow tired lay down to rest drown in the flame I am stuck not insane down on my luck awake in cold sweat body shaking cannot forget the heart breaking light myself on fire is this a dream light myself on fire this is not me hope for the best walk down a road hope for the best there I explode grow tired counting sheep grow tired eternal sleep lay down to rest my head is clear lay down to rest the end is near

five thirty-six am The sun is peaking over the mountaintops, dripping golden light over the valley that they stand guard. I'm sitting outside, smoking a cigarette as I stare at the day rolling in. I haven't been sleeping. I try and find new ways to keep myself busy. It's only at dawn that I find myself able to relax. six thirteen am Today is gonna be hectic, I can feel it in the air. The sparse clouds in the distance wreak of stormy weather. I finish my smoke as I head inside. Walking into the kitchen, I hear the dogs rustling in their sleep. After the sun rises up high enough for it to be bright inside without lights I make a cup of tea.