Was

I was feeling miserable this morning
And I sat on a rock hit by the sun
My ears were filled with tides of roaring
And I sat down with a cup of tea
Feared that this would be boring
And I sat into the soft sofa with my work
Lungs refused to keep on piping
And I sat beneath the world and wrote a poem


Yay!!!! I wrote a poem-like thing today!! Not this; this is an ode to a poem I wrote in Hebrew. I'm not posting it here, it was awful. But I did feel ridiculously awful for the first two hours of the morning. Eric will be here tomorrow, I held an entire conversation about anarchy in Hebrew, and I'm pleased. :)