i look at the phone from minute to minute
looking for something
afterwards, around me
waiting for something, someone,
to get my attention
and make me spend the time
without finding it, i check the time
and see that it was only a few seconds
since i last looked
time has already been lost
for never going
leaving me stuck in seconds
that never pass
in these vague hours of a quiet sunday
when there's nothing going on
and everyone is enjoying it without me
because i'm here,
doing absolutely nothing
seeing if any game sounds interesting
but i'm tired of them all
and no one sends me a message
laziness dominates me and prevents me from watching something
so it looks like i'm here again,
looking at the ceiling
no new stains
the room is the same way
not organised enough
but lets leave it for next week
no homework
or at leats, none that i wat to do
it's still 8 p.m
i'm not hungry
not enough to make me get up and go to the kitchen
maybe take a bath, fix things for the next day
even though i want to stay here
just looking at the ceiling
so i don't have to face the terrible monday
that makes me want to get stuck
in this awful sunday
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encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
