it’s not much
i mean. it is

i want it to be done already.
i guess that’s just my boredom talking,

it’s just my dissatisfaction
with anything presented to me.

blankly, i thought it all year
next day next day next day next

oh it’s done and
i guess i can’t savor the moment.

is she crying?
okay

what the **** do i want?
where do i want to be but this?

directionless, i can’t quite seem to notice
there are no signs left.

i guess i will pave my own dirt path
like big girls do.

here leads to the rest of
your life, okay