“its just a lazy Monday, lazy Tuesday, lazy Wednesday.” I told myself.
hoping I’ll be fine by tomorrow.
hoping something will change this time.
I hold my breath under the pillows, looking,
searching for something to wake me up.
I keep it to myself, as always, quiet as possible.
staring out of the windows,looking out for the birds, my only friends,
and still waiting, but nothing ever arrives.
so thats how i stayed here in this huge box,
staring at my ceiling, until without me even realising it,its once again a “lazy Monday”
and im still waiting for you ,waiting for something,
to come and wake me up.