My days of looking through fields are expired.

I've been sleeping around my routines.

It's been years since I have felt inspired; 2012.
Food is bland like my interactions with name droppers-

It's not always about me,
But it is though.

I can't have five seconds of silence without observing the nearest mirror.

It's not the point of making a point but thinking beyond "that" point, okay?

The sunflowers pass away every winter.