oh how i wish,

i was dead

as a dead thing.

and it would be,

quiet as, well

anything.

and you'd never,

have to worry

about a thing.

because you'd be

quite dead

as a dead thing.

not even the garden wanted to speak to me today.

sometimes you can make sadness go away with a cup of tea.

sometimes, you cannot.

and sometimes, lemon and honey taste awful after brushing your teeth. and sometimes, cigarettes make me thirsty.

and sometimes, only sometimes, if you are lucky, moments will pass where you forget that you are anything.