The feel of gravitational pull against eyelids is just Monday

At 9 I am a dandelion
Blooming swollen eyes
Legs that will sway
And bend in robust winds
But never snap



My brain stings and my puff pastry eyes are pumping blood through coral-red veins, fighting to keep the numb peepers open.

I spent a very small portion of my weekend sleeping, and I didn't even do anything badass. Being exhausted and going to school from 8am-5pm is really a drag, and even worse on an empty stomach.

I'm feeling like the victim of a major head trauma accident. My brain feels swollen and I should really be reading textbook pages and then sleeping.

I decided to clean out the basement instead.

It's amazing how much stuff my grandma has kept over the years and she finally gave me the okay to move some stuff out and take some old bookshelves into my room. She keeps EVERYTHING. I plan on painting the shelves red, to contrast with my mustard walls. Right now they're tan and look weird, like furniture sprawled out on a lawn during a yard sale; out of place.
The books I have piled in size-order on every available surface will soon have a home. Maybe once my room's organized, my brain will be too and then I'll get some sleep.