apple lingers on my fingertips autumn leaves and christmas gifts surround me the echo of a song overlapping another brings sleepiness' song to my voice, the prison of rest onto my legs, but a small hum of discontent is all i can say and i say it excitedly
very short very rough poem about my second day of work. i helped close today! its hard to keep going when business is slow, but i think i prefer that to a crowded, busy store. i think i like my work! ^^