with forgettable dreams,
instead of the twisted forest
constructed by Shonda Rimes
that it has been.
yes, that Shonda Rimes.
it's a whole bag of hammers,
but I am back, baby;
at least last evening
was kind to me and my slumber.
we are all in a forest
of our own hopes and dreams and fears,
but some have bunnies and some have bears,
and while this metaphor is stupid,
whomever reads this is silently nodding:
you know who you are.