thinking

laying alone in my room,
exhausted,thinking of foods,
fried,coocked,and frosted.
thinking if i die,of the things i couldent
do,and why im here and
not with you.artificial glows
penetrate the cieling,
and i try desprately to deal
with my feelings.angels watching
over me,just because you cannot see,
dosent mean it cannot
be.lining the walls,are drawings
and posters,why not think of
food again,ovens and toasters.
i lose control of it all
and fall
into a sleep and a dream
without zippers or seams,
and i feel slighty redeemed.