Saturday, May 19, 2012
Migraine doesn't help.
Where did enthusiasm go?
Where did excitement go?
88 Fahrenheit degrees in the Chicago land,
People welcomes this sudden heat with short skirts, sun dresses, and gladiator sandals.
One cool dude listens rock music in his convertible.
Good for them, not for me.
Heavy air presses me down,
Strong sun ray burns my skin.
Can I just escape to the forest, to the nature,
where fresh air would cleanse my polluted lung,
the smell of grass and trees would coat over my skin.
I could sit under the tree, lay back and close my eyes for a second.
Maybe then, I might get back on my track.