Sunday, February 16, 2003

timing

10:19iamthinking
about a house, around a mile
away, with a comfortable bed,
(butmostimportantly) you
sleeping, blissfully ignoring
the rest of the world.
10:20ithoughtabout
skipping today, coming
to see you but i knew
i'd get caught so
10:21i'mwatchingnumbers
on a wall
glowing red death
ticking away the hours in
10:22hell.andthis
whole day has been one
giant trip
the entire school's on drugs
and i'm caught in the middle
10:23listeningto
Pink Floyd
what a mindfuck in these grey cinder block walls
the carpet filthy, ancient
depressing settings
10:24i'vemanaged
to create something
in five minutes.
voices laughing in the background,
yet no one speaks.

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