The Day seemed old
The air held a sent of flowers and pills
The time seems to be lazy this afternoon

Billboards pushing nonsense into a clustered mind
Ads blindly created of misreading
Flipping through old notes

A phone screams
And your mind yells back not to pick up
A new message of nothing but heavy breathing

Raiding your fridge again tonight
With hope of a new find
But only a waited dissappointment

The clock reads seven pass two
And the walls still entertaining
When will the show be over?

When I lose my mind?
Or when I find a Fork to bite?
Maybe when I can do something right...

Ummm...just make a thread ---I will post....

im feeling so-so quietly

like this piece Treaty

"i like that"

inspired "neglect"

nice