in this lack of life, i have no other option but to wait meals and drinks and songs and cigarettes pass from morning to night, unnoticed
by everyone
the water is rushing though the pipes i am darkened by the flow of heat and cold weaving around me i have no idea what is being thought on the other side of the planet
this day spoke through the breeze as i leaned against my car taking it all in -- the outdoors being foreign to me these days; it is begging to be shared two
i am being slickened into sleep by the soft whisper of the blue rounds
i want to be heard in my nearly catatonic burble some respect for endurance surviving 48 hours
give me what i want
the most gentle pleas, cried desperately from within i will not let them be grasped and vocalized
i want it back the years of light secure in silken blankets the splash contained