19/08/09

I was lying in my bed last night

When Poe came along

He was sad, I guess, or that was just his normal state

Wore black and his clothes seemed torn, but black is a tricky colour

He looked at me with such pity

That I cried because it was Poe and he pitied me

And with an unfortunately never ending movement he swept from my forehead my long fringe

And he seemed to love me like he loved Berenice before

When he did not love her

So I felt pretty and unlovable, like Angelina Jolie

Like pretty, boring songs

Like the Pope

Like too famous an artist,

But then again I have said this already

Then Poe was my mother, this seemed somehow a dream within a dream

Only poorer

And my mom had a rope, something as if she had a hope

But it got me despaired and not relieved, as I would think

And somehow the feeling of having

A lot to do the next day gripped me

And I cried remembering my cradle

And those cheap teddy bears which eyes always fall off and leave them weirder

And then, being my bed quite brown and dark

Well I felt in a forest, then I felt in a zoo

And when I got up

The zoo was there still, which was weird

And out of place

I mean they were my friends.