Random Drabbles and Stuff

Life is a blurry patch of grey

Life is basically a blurry patch of grey,
somewhere in between there and here,
now and never.

It's full of the times that
you want to dream about something,
but thinking specifically about it will probably ruin it.

There are always those moments
where you want to set a plan,
and that you're not rushed at all
but you want to get everything done
and then you do nothing at all.

It's when you want to write but you can't
because you want to curl up on the floor because it's cooler than the bed
(and somehow feels nicer),
you want to draw something,
doodle it
paint it
just something,
anything at all.

But nothing comes to you,

and you just stand with your hands in your pockets
because letting your arms dangle by your side is too hard on
your shoulders,
and just kind of–

you know–

–do nothing.