Not a lot has changed; sit on a chair, wait for something to happen, ponder on my existence while gazing into the void. Spring into action only when needed, repeat every day. Same place, same time. The people in there are the same as me, only with different worlds inside their minds.
Wear a uniform, put away the accessories; you're here for a reason, not for fun. Eat the food you get or get nothing at all. Hide the scowl. You're free to ask questions as long as you don't say anything. Everyone is following along so far?
YOU ARE READING
A few sentiments
PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
