You know, every morning it’s the same thing. I wake up, not exactly sure why, But here I am, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. There’s a crack in it that looks like a map to nowhere in particular. My feet hit the cold floor, and I can’t help but think, “Why bother?” But then again, what else is there to do? So, I put on my shoes, the ones with the fraying laces and that weird squeak on the left side. The day goes by in a blur, like it always does, kind of like watching a movie you’ve seen a hundred times but you’re not really watching- just letting it play in the background. I pass by people, some familiar, most not, and they nod or say “Hey,” and I nod back, but really, I’m somewhere else. You know that feeling? Like you’re present, but not really there. Lunch is a sandwich I don’t taste, and a coffee that’s lukewarm at best, but it keeps my hands busy. And that’s something, I guess. Because when you stop, even for a second, that’s when the thoughts come creeping in, like shadows that won’t stay put. There’s this alley I walk by every day, where the graffiti changes, but the smell doesn’t. Sometimes I wonder who paints those walls, what their story is, but I never stop to ask. Maybe I’m afraid they’ll ask about mine. Evening comes, and with it, that sinking feeling, like you’re being slowly pulled under. I sit on my couch, the one with the cushions that have seen better days, and flip through channels, but nothing sticks. It’s all noise, really, just something to fill the space. And then, it’s night again. Back to bed, where the ceiling waits for me with its crack that looks like a map to nowhere in particular. But hey, tomorrow’s another day, right? Maybe something will change, or maybe it won’t. Either way, I’ll be here, putting on those shoes, one fraying lace at a time.
1) I well understand that feeling, there must something that makes your world colourful 2) you should really write poetry, you message is full of emotions and incredibly well written 3) God bless you, have a good day
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You know, every morning it’s the same thing.
I wake up, not exactly sure why,
But here I am, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
There’s a crack in it that looks like a map
to nowhere in particular.
My feet hit the cold floor,
and I can’t help but think,
“Why bother?”
But then again, what else is there to do?
So, I put on my shoes,
the ones with the fraying laces
and that weird squeak on the left side.
The day goes by in a blur,
like it always does,
kind of like watching a movie you’ve seen a hundred times
but you’re not really watching-
just letting it play in the background.
I pass by people,
some familiar, most not,
and they nod or say “Hey,”
and I nod back,
but really, I’m somewhere else.
You know that feeling?
Like you’re present,
but not really there.
Lunch is a sandwich I don’t taste,
and a coffee that’s lukewarm at best,
but it keeps my hands busy.
And that’s something, I guess.
Because when you stop,
even for a second,
that’s when the thoughts come creeping in,
like shadows that won’t stay put.
There’s this alley I walk by every day,
where the graffiti changes,
but the smell doesn’t.
Sometimes I wonder who paints those walls,
what their story is,
but I never stop to ask.
Maybe I’m afraid they’ll ask about mine.
Evening comes, and with it,
that sinking feeling,
like you’re being slowly pulled under.
I sit on my couch,
the one with the cushions that have seen better days,
and flip through channels,
but nothing sticks.
It’s all noise, really,
just something to fill the space.
And then, it’s night again.
Back to bed,
where the ceiling waits for me
with its crack that looks like a map
to nowhere in particular.
But hey,
tomorrow’s another day, right?
Maybe something will change,
or maybe it won’t.
Either way,
I’ll be here,
putting on those shoes,
one fraying lace at a time.
1) I well understand that feeling, there must something that makes your world colourful
2) you should really write poetry, you message is full of emotions and incredibly well written
3) God bless you, have a good day
@@Faithful_Warrior you mean, have the same day??
@@Faithful_Warrior but thanks anyway
Yes, totally. That "everything is grey" feeling.
so poetic
btw i hope your okay