Just a few hours away of another early lengthy day. Staring at the insides of my eyelids, feeling restless. Totally uninspired. Tired yet not tired. Lost, in thoughts. Numb from old pain, soothed by the idea it’ll all fade. Random words miss matched like autocorrect. Gosh I could use a cigarette. Tomorrow’s yesterday was today but passed away. It’s like rain in May.
