I don’t know what to do most days.
So I search for a borrowed muse
To jumpstart my heart.
Never finding anything.
Now, hours later,
I feel like I am having a cold panic attack.
I’m just going to eat some blue icing
And go to bed.
Devils!
I don’t want to dream of her anymore.
I want to move on.
But the days are boring
And Wyoming is far.