Every night I fall asleep later.
10
11
12
1
2
I procrastinate. I wait. I find at midnight that I’ve lost my jump drive, and even though everything is saved onto my laptop, I must clean the kitchen, then the bed room, the bathroom, anywhere until I find it.
As Monday bleed to Tuesday.
Or is it Friday.
Does it matter anymore?
heavy eyes give in. I lose
myself
in dreams.
Always the same dream.
Sometimes I’m 17, or 25 or 34.
Sometimes I don’t even know.
But there I am walking down the hallway. Step by Step.
junior –
no senior year.
A decison
already made
books burning in my hands.
I don’t know about what.
Maybe it’s just lunch.
My blood pumping drowns voice around me.
Thud-Thump
Thud-thump.
Maybe it matters.
My legs grow roots into the…
Maybe it–
Eyes opened
No,
it must be wednesday.
Laundry day is wednesday.
Nice to read you again.
LOVE
On Tue, May 19, 2020 at 12:16 AM Street of Dreams wrote:
> beautiful loser posted: “Every night I fall asleep later. 10 11 12 1 2 I > procrastinate. I wait. I find at midnight that I’ve lost my jump drive, and > even though everything is saved onto my laptop, I must clean the kitchen, > then the bed room, the bathroom, anywhere until I f” >