Today will be lost
like all of the other mediocre days
that were not especially good or bad
and that’s okay.
One can just be thankful that it didn’t fall
into the latter category.
I smile as mediocrity fills my lungs —

A day of simple existence.
the daily routine:
shower, laundry, eat canned soup, sleep
by midday the hours begin to
slip from memory
as the day continues to unfold.

mediocrity
is a taster of a beach in Bali —
The unavoidable mediocre routine of sand:
It sticks to wet skin
and clings to every crease
of your body
no matter how idealized the location may be.

try to make the most of it —
days like this
that allow you to simply exist
are fleeting and far between.