Mimo Magazine

Ikeep buying books I wont finish. I buy
crystals I dont cleanse. Some days I
wake to footsteps pounding over
me. When i was a child I watched the
sunset from my tire swing. Now the
trees cover too much of the sky so I
climb onto a branch that hangs over
my head. I sit there against the trunk
but the suns already too low now.
Took too long to get up there and
I’ve scratched my arms and legs on
my way. So what now? I’m nancy
and I have no clue what the freak
is going on ever. When I’m not
feeling paralyzed by the overwhelming
stress of striving for
future accomplishment and
success in a time of futility, I
like to cultivate joy through art,
music and clothes, and many
many many daydreams. I could
have picked a hundred songs but
I limited myself (like always) to
the first ones that came to mind;
songs that give voice to nameless
feelings. Feelings and
urges that whisper then yell
fuck off to the branch, and
follow the the pink and
orange in the sky. So this
year im going to try to get
out of my head, think less
and do more.