i don't like punctuation or capital letters.
i write things how they appear in my head.
jumbled, misled, out of place.
nothing makes sense all of the time,
all sense makes nothing out of time.
that was just an excuse.
i'm just
very
*l a z y

sometimes i feel
like the sound of when you wake up on a saturday morning to find no one home.
an empty sound, full of nothing;
and you wonder why no one bothered to rouse you from your sleep.
they didn't want to bother you or disturb you,
so they say.
sometimes i feel like that