When I cannot think of what to write,

I read what you already have.

And it makes me angry,

in a helpless sort of way.

We all seem so depressing, gathered here together,

like we're kept here away from everything else.


And I listen to the old songs,

just to see if they still set my chest on fire.

Are we all stuck in a limbo between seconds, trying to move on,

or is that rude,

because it's just me?