Another dreary afternoon. Temperature is 37°C, my room is an abstract chamber of daily decompression, inhaling my mood it sends out a hug of comfort telling me it's all going to be over one way or another, vaguely obfuscated in places some places lit aglow, I sprawl on the bed, wet hair in tow; listening to moody cosmic desert psychedelia contemplating a cup of hot chocolate or maybe something iced..I cannot decide but perhaps stay away from ice for a while.
I laugh at my fear and hope to not let it get to me anytime soon.
Quarantine day goddamit
And I hate these days but I like them just as they're too
It's a facet I didn't know before
I learn myself better
finding a capacity within
thay I wasn't aware of
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