sipping coffee with a green, one eyed monster
stripes swirl around
the futon matress is lumpy and hard
i can tell by the way my back aches this morning
crushes hard to get over
crushes come from no where
return in my dreams
the fog is thin but visable
its there like its always been
family on the other side of the wall
witnesses of a change of time
b-bank is far
mo is further
oregon is two hundred and twenty dollars away
europe is the furthest of all
the virus continues to eat through my system
i can tell by all the little pop up warnings i recieve
the fish swim in their own little world
oblivious to justin timberlakes voice
blaring where it didnt used to be
the cats side ripped open
the cat needs love
like children
like houseplants
my room is calm
my coffee is cold...
its thanksgiving today...

what the hell is wrong with me?