Seems today it's just this empty bottle on the table Me and a couple of strangers Sitting in front of the bending machines It's always like this, isn't it?
We gaze to every corner of the room, to every direction as if looking for another human to interact with, expect we never gaze into each other eyes.
Sigh
Someone just left...
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Ive been meaning to write more often than ever But exams have been consuming my thoughts They have no energy to run And who am I kidding? It's not my thoughts but me whose energy has been depleted
Often I thought it was him, rather us, Who didn't have energy to go on Who didn't have electricity to keep a relationship going But There was no chemistry there was no relationship Only chats Conversations that hold a meaning and a couple of memories that all lead back to a screen to this screen
I'm certain
That whomever reads those conversations would think It's just another one of my poems...