Indisposition

This made me quite sad writing about it really... It's pretty confusing as It's about my life... but enjoy

Winds of spring flow past as willingly as sunrise falls,

setting darkness in our sight,

all except those glistening shadows of light

hazy as you try to sleep.

I'm rocking, back and forwards

as I sit,

continually it rolls it's leg - a curve on the floor.

You questioned me, and I like the feeling of illness.

I wish myself of insanity; to wish of change

in this life. I

stay as still as everything I've left unmoved for years.

Though there is not much, yet I want to be the things untouched

that I put there seven years ago.

My objects displaying perfect innocence and 

everything of ease

that sung to me, as I sat on your lap.