People are over
More, I want more
A handful...

I still feel so empty.
20 more texts sent.
Body to body we stand
awkwardly talk.
Pushed into corners.

I'm still so distant.
So empty.
so far from where I'm currently standing,
uttering and murmuring.
Pouring in pouring out.
All these faces blurring,
looking the ******* same...

Same small talk
same story
about how they are
where they go to school.

BlaBlaBlaBla
YapYapYapYap

How does it feel to be a ******* puppet? I say.
How does it feel to be nothing special? I say.
How does it feel to ******* feel??
Oh, the weather?
yeah,
it's as inconsistently consistent as this
ever so bland cup of
coffee conversation.

Wow Me.
Make me want to turn my lights on.