Doodles - I Know What I Must Do

eyes wild
and blinking slowly,
i can't seem to wake up.

i'm pulling out pink hair.
i can't be bothered to remember how much i hate that.

the weather turns,
my mother makes noises
in another room,
i'm cold and losing patience.

mountains made of newspaper
sit solemnly on a field of charred and blackened grass.
my fingers are stained
and i wish i could swim between the words.

i can't seem to run fast enough.