i sought out repetition when i had none
but now that everyday
is beginning to look more than the last
i crave variation
something new to worry about
someone different to care about
but it's all the same
people
faces
songs
dances
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...
