Day, slide me by every hour I breathe in.
Sandwiches every third hour, a protein shake every week.
Fingers sliced by soft strings on an instrument.
Blood in the back of my throat from the weather.
A book over breakfast of toast and eggs.
1 Hour Workouts fill an afternoon.
10 Minute raps after every shower.
A look in the mirror to pick at imperfections.
A look outside the window to see the intersection.
But there's nothing for me there. Not now anyway.
Just a yogurt shop with colored spoons and tips every now and then.
Wearing the same jeans for 3 hot days.
It's not so prestigious, but I still get paid.
Late night returns, everyone is asleep.
I'll be a shattered expectation if this prolongs.
$200 singing program from a torrent.
Waiting for a Camera and a Laptop to wash ashore from this current.
It's very still here, in this brain.
Silent; remain to repeat the same.
This too shall pass, but there will be a time where I look back to know
That somewhere; it is here, where I eternally reside.
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