I'm leaning on the curtain -
back against the wall. It's 5:33pm
And my ink is about to
                                   fall

I know I breathe the same
air. Walk the same
                                   road

I know I drink the same
water. Or sit on the
                                   bowl

I know I'm not good in expressing
my thoughts. Or even making others
Feel...

Like how agony writers
Die like a spinning wheel.

October 7, 2014