What time is it? 1:24 in the morning.
I haven't done my homework yet. Not yet. Today is... Sunday. I look at the ceiling, and think of what to do. I'm bored. I'm bored.
This house is a big house. It's really fancy. A lot of rooms and space. But it's cold. Oh so cold. I need layers of cloth to keep me warm.
Should I write a poem about this? I should be asleep by now. In front of my laptop, I sit, bored.
A lot of ideas swirl in my head, but I'm too lazy and unmotivated to write them down. It's October. Halloween is coming.
My brother's writing a song. I glance at all the glass and the mirrors adorning its walls. Wood, rocks, marble, cement.... I wonder what I can do to pass the time.
Time is forever turning,
no matter what you do.
October wind blows,
and the dark swallows life as we know it.
The fireplace roars with no flames,
and boys chatter among themselves.
A lonely soul sings,
and the night creeps along.
Early in the morning,
mindless beings gather among themselves.
Do what you must,
do what you need.
No matter what you do,
time will pass too.
I sigh. Poems are hard to make, even if the message you want to create is simple.
I turn off my laptop. I sleep.
Goodnight, world.
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RandomI like to write and daydream. When I can write them, I write them down. Don't ask where these come from. They're just random ideas.
