n0t a waste 0f space.

circles

I try to walk to the things I see

but I just keep falling asleep.

The same lines and chapters

In my boring life

nothing changes

except for time.

I'm hanging on my a single thread

that never breaks

because it's just in my head.

I contemplate what death is like

but I'll never know

because I'm scared to decide

So I go back to sleep

and my circles become me.