29AM (revive)

11:16 (encore)

i stay up late,

i watch films

i write poems

i listen to my sad music

i wake up late, 

maybe I'll make pancakes

maybe I'll write poems

maybe I'll start that assessment

but now, it's 11:16

and I am awake.

the days are the same, 

even as I grow a year older.

it's almost deja vu

to stay up late,

to write poems,

to listen to the same sad music.

i don't change much, 

at least that is evident

maybe that's okay

I've never been a fan of change

but I see it more now,

the way I can look in a mirror and feel nice

and remember my past and reminisce.