and it feels like a friday
one that i've had many times before
deja vu plastered on the walls
and in the air around me
inescapable...
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
