i wake up late and forget what i need to accomplish.

to forget is to be old

maybe im getting old

i just don't care

let me sleep till the sun falls off

when that day comes ill already be dead and gone

its really ok...

its really not.....

The morning arises
Thoughts fleeting
A sharp razor slicing a fine piece of paper

A gleam of light creeps through the blue curtains
sleep is still not within my grasp

a drunken slumber
i tell myself
shut eye

its been awhile since i've been happy.

i have lost all functionality to form a smile.

The morning arises
me still awake
thoughts fleeting through my head like a sharp razor slicing a fine piece of paper
i sit here on my bed staring
as a gleam of light creeps through my blue curtains
reminding me that sleep is still not within my grasp
"i wish i was in a drunken slumber" i tell myself
at least then i would have some shut eye
its been awhile since I've been truly happy.