Wandering Writing

  Some days, your stomach never really feels full Some days, your heart never really feels full No matter how much you try to feed it Those wounds don't heal completely Some days, you can't stop feeling tired for seemingly no reason Some days, you can't stop finding reasons that drain you It feels like everything's over, you just want to go to sleep Then you wake up, hoping the new dawn drains less  Some days, your heart aches, dull but persisting all day long Some days, you can't really feel it, but you know it's there The memory of the ache remains, draining you even more You wonder how many tears you have shed and will soon You also wonder if tomorrow will be any different than today Maybe it will, maybe the day after, maybe next week, let's see So you wipe away those tears and drift off to dream world Maybe one day, you won't have to wipe away any more tears So keep going, even on those days  When you never feel full enough,  And especially on those ...

  Can't really describe the excitement of getting that new toy It's perfect in every way, nothing else could even begin to come close It came in a beautiful and colourful box, carefully wrapped with care You could barely contain your joy when you got to finally see it in person It's been a while, and you're still trying to figure out the new toy It has a confusing manual in a language you can barely understand It doesn't really seem to listen to you or what you want It's a toy that plays with you, not one that you play with But how can you stop trying when that toy seems to be so perfect?  It's beautiful, and it's exactly what you want people to see you with It's THE doll. It gets to sit prim and pretty on top of your favourite desk While the rest of your toys gather dust in the back of an old cupboard  A teddy bear tries to peek outside the cramped cupboard sometimes  Every time the door opens, it sees the shiny new toy basking in all its glory It c...