the sun does rise tomorrow
and the world sings with alarm clocks
and morning news and cities burst to life
and i am still here.
even when i haven't wanted to be.
still locking up in my own room
not having the capability to differ the hour, days, and dates
everytime the sun came up
would always be a morning
everytime the sun goes down
would always be a night
barely cared about looking at the calendar to tell the date
monday or sunday didn't make any difference whatsoever
retreated to this solitary state that i am in
put aside my cell away
let the battery died
and kept the phone on the nightstand
completely forgotten
sitting slump on the couch
look up at the ceiling that had grown to familiar with
painting the black splotches and slight cracks on them by the heart
staring blankly at the TV screen
looking back at my own reflection
not doing anything significant
and felt the two hours as mere minutes
doing nothing but sleep and get some peace
are the activities i had by now
