my last poem was from five months ago and i actually typed 'years' because maybe deep down that's what it felt like
no tears have been shed but the rain seems to do all the crying. i said 'someday i'll take a break' and i fear someday will never come because i keep searching and i constantly end up discontented.
the cursor mocks me and the books block me.
probs a sequel to 'my roommate says i'm a workaholic' haha