Looking around the room like you've never seen walls
with pictures on them before.
Acting like you care about what somebody is studying
in college when you know you
won't have any idea what the
field is.
Looking at
the time often
even though you
have nowhere to be.
You are probably being
too stubborn to relax a bit
and enjoy yourself. You sit down
and pull out that one
thing you
cant
go
1
day without.
Everything's the same as the last minute,
check again in two more.
Your pupils are magnets the object is
metal. Glance up to see if any celebrities
decided to crash a three-star-two-bedroom-one-bath apartment...
... ...  ...   ...    ..     . .. .. ..  .   .   . .  .
maybe another night.
One more glance...
... ...  ...   ...    ..     . .. .. ..  .   .   . .  .
there's that picture again. I don't know
if the man on the right knows that he's
being preserved within the limits
of time for as long as the limits of time
will preserve him but his shorts are short
and he's not smiling. The girl is normal.
The frame is regular. The wall is plain.
The room is square. The house is all right.
The food was so-so. The party was ok.
Boredom.