Feb 2015
Disinterested time
ticks apathetically
in the negativity of silence.
Cocooned inside rooms
on elongated days
without vanity or aspirations.
Momentary moods
meander
between boredom
and the futility of hoping
for anything
other than storms
and anonymity in the darkness.
ticks apathetically
in the negativity of silence.
Cocooned inside rooms
on elongated days
without vanity or aspirations.
Momentary moods
meander
between boredom
and the futility of hoping
for anything
other than storms
and anonymity in the darkness.
Disinterested negativity rooms vanity boredom storms anonymity
Written by
Kenneth Walter Simpson
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