listless
is it really this bad? how did I manage to let go so well, fail to plan ahead and end up at home staring at the ceiling on a friday night? been feeling pretty detached, I go through this often enough - it is mostly my way of being. but did I go too far? I watch and read, try to stay informed but still feel uninteresting.
feeling lost in the city. ending on a kiss but not to be heard from again. sidewalk is the only thing looking back at me. is it me or just everyone else? can't find the time even now with more time on my hands. the cat still clings to my shoulder, but come now, she is a prisoner here.
feeling lost in the city. ending on a kiss but not to be heard from again. sidewalk is the only thing looking back at me. is it me or just everyone else? can't find the time even now with more time on my hands. the cat still clings to my shoulder, but come now, she is a prisoner here.