Lullaby

Lay down your head, oh weary song

And I’ll brush my hands over your little eye lashes,

Close your thoughts to the world around

and I’ll sing you a sweet lullaby

A song that soothes, oh busy brain

And calms the accusatory words of the masses

So the space that is left between

Resurrects the sun into the sky

Listen sweetly, oh broken heart

To the melody of this bright earth’s flowered grasses

For in it you’re a shining star

Nostalgic as the blinking firefly

Know now, oh with thy wistful soul

This song will be written in ever-loving ashes

A contract ever prevailing

And forever your sweet lullaby

Rocks on My Window

Lately I've just been feeling bogged down. I always feel so stupid talking about things that are bothering me because other people have serious issues to deal with, and I never feel like I do, really. I sometimes think that people who never have to deal with anything difficult in life just over-dramatize the little things, and maybe thats what I'm doing. I guess though, I still can't get away from it all. As much as I want to pretend everything is okay, I can't, and its affecting the way I feel about every other thing. Example number 1: almost crying when my friday night plans didn't work out.
I feel as though everything that goes wrong in life is escalated by the fact that I spent the previous four months of my life believing a dream. Now I'm back in real life, I suppose, but I still like to live in my pretend bubble.
Everything I know is getting flipped upside down and I, obviously, don't know how to deal with it.